1. A REQUIEM FOR THE LIGHT

Time had shifted swiftly, until realisation had struck.
The dead creation of the night, had stolen away the light...

Embittered and old, the gloomy light of the dawn had raised is head, and then, once again, fluttering upon the soil like the wicked touch of a dead.

Bare of all hope, nature continued it's dogmatic course - god's dead creation had lost it's vivid force.

All heart-warming gestures, all the sunstroken valleys, all of nature's melodies (all of these now as the night) - fell down. Must - must cease!!!

The brightened shadows of a lightened afternoon, are all dead now and luying upon the ground, the dead creation of the night, had stolen away their light...


2. AT DARK

I can recall only dim moonlight penetrating through the thick fog, on that cold and misty december night.
It was one of these nights on which all livings stay at home, close to the grate...

I was walking silent on my way home, as I suddenly noticed this sinister figure leaning over a most beautiful young maid. Her pale skin revealed as he removed the black hair from her neck. As gently piercing her soft flesh, he took her soul along with her blood.

With the shadows he left, dark and sinister as the night...


3. ABOVE THIS SILVERY FOG

The ravens had flown high, high above the silvery fog.
Over the stormy mountains, and on to the past, carved in stone...

A horrorful shrike, its dissoluted powers break through the dawn, and from distant gushing swamps, ruffians of men's past are heading on. With burning anger in their eyes they crash and die. In all those places where our ravens fly.

Dark clouds are descending towards the torn and tortured earth. As sorrow heifeirs its last breath, and leaves us alone in our distress. Night falls down and covers the ground, sealing men's heart like a great wide gown.

The ravens flown high... high above the sombre fields, and over the boiling lakes, onto the future shaped in ice...

This cloak of fear shall forever stay here, until the last of the ruffians will die. This land will never rest, and on tranquil water lay. Only when our ravens shall submit themsel ves to sparrows, only when silence shall stop the ruffians' arrows, only then our ravens can soar on the air, and spread their wings forevermore.


4. THE IMMORTAL WARRIOR SPIRIT

I, the immortal warrior spirit, wade across the landscapes of what used to be my kingdom.
Tears fill my eyes as I fall, feeble, after all these years...
I watch the dirt on which I lie, dying.

...only the ground is the true immortal, it will never die...
Although, I do not envy. I pity the miserable earth that will never be proud again. Once, I was the mighty tyrant of this land.
From my shadow palace I could observe the pagan hordes wander the wastelands and the nocturnal creatures dwell the endless darkened forests.

Once, I believed I could never die, but humanity killed me, buried me along with its might. With every freezing gust the memories returned. I wandered through the lands, searching for a forgotten place, so far that man's hand hasn't reached, that resembles to the ancient medieval times.

For ages I have wandered, but all that is left is the ground.
All is lost except the spirit, that is also due to die...


Nevuath Ha Tom (chanson écrite en hebreu et donc non inscriptible içi)


5. NEVUATH HA TOM

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6. IN THE DARKWOODS SOVEREIGNITY

Mighty vessels sail across the icy waters, the shift so silently towards our shores. Striking death again and again, here in the darkwoods, ine the darkwoods sovereign.

Ho all-knowing freezing air, sing death songs to those who wend harm. In the darkwoods sovereign. Sorrowful the lowlands mourn their loss, elegy for the wooden children of the storms.

Revenge shall appear as uncovered wisdom, sweeping forth with rage and wrath - winter's death like a great black cloth, spreading its fair white hair onto the woods... winter went playing its fabuloud flutes, and from the haze exhalted spirit rise, these are the faint harmonies of the past.

In grief and sadness they tore their harness, reaching out from the darkness, so gentle, most dear and graceful. In serenity they die, again, in the darkwoods sovereign.

Now in the place of forgotten seas, willows tangle in the sun. The seas lay silent there their water, neverending. May dark water, shall forever remain...
Here in the darkwoods, In the darkwoods sovereign.


7. OUR AGONY (AL HAKE'EV) (chanson également écrite en hébreu)

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8. VAMPIRES

But first on earth as vampire sent
Thy course shall form it's tomb be rent
Then ghaustly haunt thy negative place,
And suck the blood of all thy race.

For like the bat of indians breakes,
Her pinions fan the wound she makes,
And soothing thus the dreamer's pains,
She drinks the life-blood from the veins.

Lo, in my walks where wicked elves have been,
The learning of the parrish now is seen
From my friends and imps he sets the village free,
There haunts not any incubus but he
The maids and women need no danger fear
To walk by night and sanctity so near.


9. ...AND ON WITH DARKNESS

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