Reborn Through the Gates of Three Mons - Abigor

I enter the gates

Into the realm where nothing dies

But I’m still so cold inside

Mesmerized…

By visions past and gone

Till the end of time

I will eternally dwell

Im dunkelsten der Stürme

Falle zusammen die Kerkerwand

Die mich schier endlos band

Und herrlicher und freier walle

Meine Seele ins unbekannte Land

In the darkest of storms

May crumble the dungeonwall

That bound me almost endlessly

And delightful and free may pilgrimage

My soul into the unknown land

I fly with the raven

Through timeless spheres of frost…

Through wasted lands of dreams

Geflohen vor der Wirklichkeit — vor Ewigkeiten

Und jenseits der Schwärze erstreckt sich

Ein unendliches Meer aus Grau…

Ein Meer aus gestaltloser Leere

Doch die Qualen und der Schmerz verbleiben

Als Erinnerungen an die vergangene Zeit

Stolz und doch verzweifelt…

Und in meinem Innersten hoffe ich

Daß mein Leben nur ein Traum ist…

Fled from reality — for eternities

And on the other side of the blackness

An endless sea of greyness extends…

A sea of formless emptiness

Yet the misery and the pain remain

As memories of passed time

Proud yet desperate…

And deep inside I hope

That my life is just a dream…

The moon is my blanket

In this cold domain

So ancient — so cold…

As a nightmare creature I crawl

Awakened from my sleep

To forever be…

Wiedergeboren…

Bei den drei Monden durch Mittwinters Tore

Reborn…

By the three moons through midwinter’s gates

I’m a shadow on haunted ground

Laughing in sorrow

Crying in lust

The storm is calming and death is rising

Evil — as pure as night

Proud — full of sin

Once again I’ll rise…

To survive eternity…

I enter the gates

Into the realm where nothing dies

But I'm still so cold inside

Mesmerized…

By visions past and gone

Till the end of time

I will eternally dwell

In the darkest of storms

Fall down the dungeon wall

That bound me almost endlessly

And glorious and free walle

My soul to the unknown land

In the darkest of storms

May crumble the dungeon wall

That bound me almost endlessly

And delightful and free may pilgrimage

My soul into the unknown land

I fly with the raven

Through timeless spheres of frost…

Through wasted lands of dreams

Fled from reality — ages ago

And beyond the blackness stretches

An infinite sea of ​​grey...

A sea of ​​shapeless emptiness

But the agony and pain remain

As reminders of the past

Proud and yet desperate...

And deep down I hope

That my life is just a dream...

Fled from reality — for eternities

And on the other side of the blackness

An endless sea of ​​grayness extends…

A sea of ​​formless emptiness

Yet the misery and the pain remain

As memories of passed time

Proud yet desperate...

And deep inside I hope

That my life is just a dream...

The moon is my blanket

In this cold domain

So ancient — so cold…

As a nightmare creature I crawl

Awakened from my sleep

To forever be…

reborn...

By the Three Moons through Midwinter's Gates

reborn

By the three moons through midwinter's gates

I'm a shadow on haunted ground

Laughing in sorrow

crying in lust

The storm is calming and death is rising

Evil - as pure as night

Proud — full of sin

Once again I'll rise...

To survive eternity...