BLACKENED SPIRES OF DEMONIC SHRINE

RISE FROM ANCIENT RUINS FORGOTTEN IN TIME

A CASTLE THAT ONCE STOOD

ON DARK STONE MOUNTAINS<

NOW ONLY GHASTLY SPECTERS GUARD

THESE LONELY HALLS OF CONTEMPT

FOR ALL OF HUMANITY

AND MY HATRED IS AS COLD AS DEATH<

AS I LIE IN MY TOMB

FROZEN FOREVER...

COUNTLESS CENTURIES HAVE PASSED

AND THE SPIRITS OF OLD HAVE BECOME GHOSTS

THAT SLOWLY RISE ABOVE THEIR GRAVES

ONLY TO FALL AND BE FORGOTTEN ONCE MORE,

BUT STILL I WAIT

AS ANCIENT WARRIORS GUARD MY SOUL

IN THIS OBLIVION OF SNOW AND ICE

AWAITING MY REBIRTH

AND ON THIS NIGHT

OF DARKEST WINTER COLD

THE MOON'S LIGHT COVERS

MY ASCENDING THRONE

IN IT'S PALE UNEARTHLY GLOW

AND I CLAW MY WAY

THROUGH THE EARTH

TO WALK AGAIN

THESE LANDS OF SORROW

SPREADING MY CURSE

AN INFINITY OF DARKNESS



[LYRICS: IXITHRA, LORD OF THE SYLVAN SHADOWS]