Far away beyond the blackest ocean

Of blood on the boundless scope

Of lost mainland of nameless horror

Under pale nebulas united in mysterious runes

I've found the thing I've been inspired

Night wind is bringing mournful sounds of bell

I count the strikes - three times in six

Someone's will thickens the mist for me

To step the ground where all the sacred burn

No beast, no bird, no even shade appears

To sign the flow of time fang-shaped towers

Of hollow torment stand embraced by crimson flames

And I am coming into this palace I see

The light I've never seen before

I am here to proselytize and stay forever

In this world of fire and ice

I smell the frosty of ghostly halls

On the rising stairway to the abandoned throne

And then saluting thee, oh Winged One

Crowned with seven stars I hear

"Kor me o antie tae taeirny!"

New souls have to be born despite the curse

We have been blinded for the long

Dark time in this realm of damned

We are condemned to grief like gods of...sorrow...

I came to seek the wisdom

No one have ever got through chills of times

And land I came to watch

Yet here I dwell for winds of destiny

Persuade my mortal being to stay forever

With this beauty...

And in the apogee of the great triumph

Surrounded by their ugly spawn

Heartless they'll find their logical end

To disappear from life until the Time...

(...So the powers were gifted to him

To rule sway the destinies and to be

The part of all alive...)