1. FOR THE SPIRITUAL REDEMPTION

(Instrumental)


2. BEYOND THE DARK GATES OF MY PROMISED FORTRESS

The damned vision of the high
Of the cold hills of my earth
The tragic vision of the time
Of the eternal gods of my earth

Through the collapsed ruins of my kingdom
Through the damned eye of my fortress
Through the afraid noise of my dreams
Through the sacrifice of my angels

In the morbid appearance of a grave
In the perfect symphony of the death
In the nocturnal embrace of the darkness
In the eternal dark glance
I want to look for the power of that obscure kingdom
To put an end to the good of my fortress
I want to look for the lost dream in the nightmare
To implore to the god of my fortress

In the cold blood of the creatures
That I sacrificed with my dagger
In the leafy funereal forest
That aspirate the desire for the beast
I want to look for the power of that obscure kingdom
To put an end to the good of my fortress
I want to look for the lost dream in the nightmare
To implore to the god of my fortress

In the disease and in the disillusion
In the plague and in the fear
In the darkness and in the blasphemy
In my promised fortress

My cursed fortress
Where I have my cruel dream
Where I rise for the spirit
With the gods of my earth


3. DEPARTURE FOR THE COSMIC TWILIGHT

After a night of obscurity
Fighting on behalf of my nebula
I witness the silent departure
Of the cosmic twilight
For the temples where I reject myself
Souls shout for my name

Through screams and wailings
With your spectre in ember
Mirrored by the lost blood
In the reflex of nostalgic crystal

As in a suffering scream
As in the hope that outlines my spirit
As in the tireless departure
As in the cosmic twilight

Walking for the Yggdrasil darkness
For the lands of Midgard
Untouchable he stays
As the warrior's scar after the battle

In the middle of the frozen landscape
The princess of my mortal nightmares
Through screams and wailings
With your spectre in ember

Possessor of my powers is made
And all my destiny disagrees
I feel the majestic presence
And I am going to the search of the suffered death

In your wrinkled hands that make to feel cold for the forest
To penetrate my face and to arrive in my spirit
In your white and pale skin
I see the tone of the twilight after your death


4. … AND THE HALLS OF THE WHISPERER NOCTURNAL VOICES

In turn of the chaos kingdom and terror
A fighter's soul
He travels my road of obscurity
Declaring the great celebration of the blood

I have nightmares at night
With the souls that I sacrificed
So that my sanctified armor
If it perpetuated with the spilled blood

The call becomes pleased
When the cruel spirits
That stop until my feet
And they ask your master for mercy

In the halls of your hell
Nocturnal voices whispering my name

Depraved angels… temples in tears
They give me force to send my hate scream
To all that against my blasphemy
It is opposed until the death


5. THE PROPHECY OF ETERNITY

(Instrumental)