Swept in the wintery landscapes 

Untouched by the hands of the holy 

I am a demon, I hold the key 

But not for myself... 

But to crush the feeble race 



I have thad visions of lost kingdom 

Once so proud but only to fall 

We raise the sign on the mountainside 

This domain.... 

Is eternally ours 



Out world is like a black soul 

In eteral search for immortalilty 

But the soul is tired of searching...