Mystic summonings behind the wall of sleep

Veil of swirling fog

Realm behond all warmth and light

Let swords slice their path through the maze of rotten thoughts

And winds blow the dust

From forgotton memories

Once buried by the ashes

Of lost pride and strength

From the crypts of frozen flames

To the high majestic mountains

The throne of might is slumbering

Awakened now

By the wizards' summonings

Rebirth of dark infinities

As the silhouette of a pale moon's eye appears upon the throne

Gate to the highest of the old sorcerers' dreamworld

The essence reflecting in the mirror of time

Sparkling like the distant fires

Throughout the nightsky's frozen air

Dreamkings of immortal spheres

Throning in every warrior soul

Ride the wings of destiny

Fullfillment for the high divinity

That mirrors in the ancient runes

Writen in the shining

Sharpened silver blades

That guide the mighty throne

Beautiful weapons lie beside, once layed down by (the) ancient knights

Their circle crushed by treason

And the remaining proud ones gone through the moon gate

Into their grave beyond all shape

Now summoned again to a kingdom lost in lies

The throne of might is slumbering

Awakened now

By the wizards' summonings

Rebirth of dark infinities

Lead the blades in battles of the one law's might

Gather in the vast moonlit fields

From the forest of endless night

Receive the wizards' darkened spells

Never lost their strong belief

Proudly watched by the ancient sorserers'eye

For the kingdom of eternal shape will rise again