The corpse of the ancient cradled in red

Lies at the bottom of this ice cold lake

Here it now dwells and ready for the stand

Deep in the mountains where but unlight hangs

The grace of malice adorns them now

For what they were even hell to them bows...



Deep malice adorned fruit of the olden empire,

Soon, as midnight's dusky hour dawns

And senseless the wanderer rests in silence

This is the tree of paradise

Where you shall fall again

I am the three-faced king of the first dominion

The watcher in the twilight, the keeper of the chasm...

Friendly it is to sleep in silence's whisper

And leave unworshipped the throne supreme...

We are the anointed rulers of the olden side

The alpha and the omega

The beginning and the end



Enthroned on skulls in the land of the dead

Where silence rules and the sun isn't set

Gather in vein start their dreaded quest

To bring the reign of light to an end

Painful bliss and the sweet touch of death

Raping silence to bring chaos back

Evil spells of the sinister kind

Words of god are but unheard now...