Blindest bid amongst the temples Of shame and torment sins Blind we walk with father winds Of knowledge long ago... From an age of wrath and might Sins of torment reign Blackest depth of northern souls Wallow in its grave Dark supreme amongst you all I question who is Lord? Dream to me a sorrowed path Of unholy ways to come In an image of might and sin Torment shadows reign From black depths may mighty be The soul of warriors lost Welcome to my world of woe Where sorrow reigns supreme Blinded by darkness,shadows be Forever lost in time... Open up your soul and release Your mortal desires unto me Bestowed upon an ancient throne Longing to be set free To ride amongst bitter cold winds To ride with the storm Hear the echoing call of blackest fates to be Feel the power of the darkest lord Writhing in the north Above whose powers shalt be The mightiest of them all To reign supreme amongst the false Crushed into sands of time Lost in decades of fate And destined to never return... Worlds shall suffer,bonds shall break To times of unknown fate Of what lies beyond these gates Destined i am to dwell Alone and cold with hopes of promised fate Wander in forgotten realms