Imperium Tenebrarum - Rossomahaar

Hollow voices surround the space around the cromlech

In evil tongues they speak, grim are their aims

The storm rages near, ruthless in it’s anger

The prophecy once spoken now should be fulfilled…

The altar of invocation awaits it’s victim

Whispering once forgotten prayers, forbidden and concealed

Abyssic spirits haunt the hellish winds among the solitary virtue

The last chronicle is finally revealed…

Through vast enchanting woods I stray in pride

Lamentation of pure bestiality

Emptiness, my beloved and scarlet bride

Bleeding, starving — among symbolic immortality…

Child of sunset, descendant of lunar tribes

Darkness was upon the mystic birth of my funeral

Cold and senseless grave became my shining bed

As I began my quest towards twilight, the ever-first and primeval…

Anxious visions, danse macabre of universal mind

Woe to you, dwellers of this once so peaceful planet!

The blackened shadows grow longer and longer, night by night

As the ensemble of pre-apocalyptic silence…

Time has stopped and the sunlight ceased

Awakened is the lord with horns, mighty messenger of darkness

For the Dark Reign comes forth the Tellus…

Descending through the space, riding the icewinds

Grotesque demon army, enormous in it’s number

Has come to conquer and enslave

To burn the sinistrous wastelands out of earth

And await the fall of their gods…