1. SORCERY OF DARKNESS

Behind the way of the hidden
There is a fate of the forsaken
The strong feeling of one night
The coldness inside the sorcery
Embrace me, my shepherd, I'll lower you
Your sanctuary, mischivious shall be my thorn
Your slimy worms suits my precious marrow
Nature calls and I fluxed back where I was born...

I am the one
And the moon shows me
The path of damnation
To burn the holy bridge

The heritage of wisdom
Must be preserved through centuries
The true path of the sacred
The eternal night with black essence

The sorcery of darkness
The seal of life
Burns forever in my soul
I am the wanderer
Cristals spread on silky beds,
Shiny blades on cindery ground,
And Christ, he weeps
While I preserv the holy sound


2. FROM THE ASHES OF THE MIST

Dead spirit of man's catastrophe
Sinners that make a new order
Scars of collective memory
Take their place in the mist

I stared at heavens gate
Peculiar feelings stroke by impurities
And cinders traverse through my bones
For I am the king of my fate

A horrid burden becomes heavy attached
A table that take a strange shape
Forgotten dreams remain in the dark
I dressed blood grounds

On golden fields, it shiveres peacefully
While thousand corpses laughing at me...
Through non-divine mirrors i soak...
By my own sword a dying heaven i revoke!

Dimensions with open veins
At the surface of tragedy
Burn unexpressed in a reality
Abandoned in melancholic conclusion

Illusive stars persists on crystal ground
Focused on my impured dying soul
By my own will darkness I invoke
And shape one's course to my own path...


3. IN CEAS DE NOAPTE

Un fir subtire cerne soarta
Abisala lume inconjoara in vant
Linistea piere ca o naframa in vant
Negrul este asteptarea cea mai lunga

Doar sunete in apa
Coboara in substanta albastra
Forta loveste deznadajduita si incoerenta
Inocenta clipa a asteptarii

In ceas de noapte norii se aduna
In cumplita sarabanda porneste codrul
Duburile vrajite frang cu usurinta
Crengile si visele padurii

In ceas de noapte pamantul putrezeste
In ceas de noapte nimic nu se mai poate opri
In ceas de noapte lumina loveste
Spiritele uitate in asteptarea cea mai lunga

Und die Welt steht still in meinen Armen
Verloren meine Seel', in der Nacht, ein kalter Schein
Und die Welt steht wieder still
Erblickt ein Klang in's dunkle Sein
Doch sie kommt nicht, die Ruh'
In meine dunklen Welt hinein.

Skurrile Gemälde im Schatten der Einsamkeit
Erbost ein geist ummantelt meinen kalten Nacken
Bis in den Morgengrauen, tanzend verdeckt ein grelles Neon
Das meine Sell' erblickt und mir den Weg ins Dunkle nickt...

In den Morgenlicht mein Weg ist frei!