Towards The Pantheon - Emperor

May the wolves start to howl again

May the age of darkness arise

We will travel for eternities

Into the unknown to reach what we seek

Fight the ways through the barriers of light

Through the wastelands

Where nothing but grief have become

The eternal memory

Shield of life

Sword of death

Held up high into the sky

Guided by the shining Moon

In the starry sky above

In the horizon

Beyond black clouds of destruction rages

Like dancing shadows of pain

…of pain

We will grant Him their pain

He will grant us His flame

In flesh and blood

He will arise

To deliver the key

As the armours black robe

Slides across the landscape

We see the land of wisdom

Strength and pure evil…

Darkness, frost, hate…

The throne will be ours

May the wolves start to howl again

May the age of darkness arise

May we touch the black flames

Of the past again and forevermore