As the Darkness creeps over the Northern mountains of

Norway and the silence reach the woods, I awake and rise

Into the night I wander

Like many nights before

and like in my dreams, but centuries ago

Under the Moon, under the trees

Into the Infinity of Darkness, beyond the light of a new day

Into the frozen nature chilly

beyond the warmth of the dying Sun

Hear the whispering of the wind, the Shadows calling

I gaze into the Moon which grants

me visions these twelve full Moon

Nights of the year

And for each night the light of

the holy disciples fades away

Benighted darker and darker as I walk

Through the woods, into the silent shadows

As the sky goes from dark to black

ice cold whispers burns my skin

From nowhere to the deepest of my soul they speak unto me

Grievance of sadness, like the gift of sorrow

A Moon, a bloodred full Moon lights my black hearts night

Lightning cracks the sky and thunders roll

Through the night a chaos of storms arise

Purgatory

Burning flames catch my eyes

Into the shadows (so dark) I hear the choirs of

Evil, a "joy" in blasphemy beyond my darkest fantasies

The Gate is open