εξαγνισμός στις φλόγες του ετοιμοθάνατου κόσμου
αναζήτηση για ένα σκοτεινό τελετουργικό
λαχτάρα για μια σκληρή αγάπη
να σου κάνει κομμάτια την καρδιά
να στραγγίξει το αίμα
να κλέψει το φως από τα μάτια σου

bath in the flames of a dying world
seeking for a dark ritual
yearning for a cruel love
to tear your heart apart
to drain the blood
to steal the light from your eyes

για να γιατρέψει τις πληγές του κόσμου
με τα όνειρα των νεκρών

κοίταξα στο πρόσωπο ενός παγωμένου αγγέλου

είδα το πρόσωπό μου

the dawning of the black light
the fires that burn the sun
the ages,the hours bleed
the night of the soul descends
and the suffering begins

the cult of the black sun

the fires burn

the suffering returns

their eyes melted the ice

night child
the demons dance
in the forests
of your mind

the souls will suffer no more
the martyrs ender the sea of white light

the son of the storm
held his breath
waiting for the dawn
in the broken mirror
he saw the face
of a frozen angel
as he stood
before the throne of terror

drowning
in the dreams
of a bloody
beating heart

Τhe Angel’s Dance
Gives Shape To
A White Rose
In A Garden Of Flames

the sunset burns the sky
the sound of the sea wakes me up
the waves carry my thoughts away
the night washes my memories away

the leaves are falling

the animals sleep

the day is ending

and dying is the wind

 in forgotten woods

lying in her house

lighten by the moon

a witch is dreaming

there where the wolves gather
at twilight when the raven calls
there where the shadows thicken
a new witch will be born

silent but dreaming
dreaming the flames
swimming in a sea of souls
under the light
of the sun behind the sun

we will remain
on the nightside
forever remain
across the regions
seeking the dawn

the winter comes
the sun behind the sun
the forest tales
unfold
under a bleeding sky
the winter time comes
the earth is ready
the time has come
to plant the black seeds

the fire of the midnight sun
the fire of the soul
the fire inside
the fire that never dies