Look at this marvelous garden washed by warm rays of the sun. Once I had roamed here until my power hasn't gone. Formerly I had been free, I had been
The vague silhouette rising In the misty cradle of my dreams I hail you, dark goddess of light Embodiment of my hopes, princess of the night Don't dissolve
Through the dark forests and mysterious swamps I hear the cry of desolated souls scattered in the cold night sky, went astray and dissolved in the spectral
How art thou fallen from heaven, o Lu'ci-fer, son of the morning! How art thou cut down to the ground, which didst weaken the nations. For thou hast said
Lifeless frozen fields lay in the twilight mist, dusk sky lowered, grey clouds are gathering. Night lowers it's wings on the dismal snow deserts, nightfall
The abyss of forgotten dreams and desperate thoughts was lost in the"bright"light of half God. Evil embodiment of your vicious hopes, I was lost in the
Millenniums, swallowing lives of nations and casting generations down in the dust and oblivion, mortifying hopes of people, why can't I touch your spectral
Oblivion and melancholy cover my way. Night opens the door in the cobweb of time. My spirit is free and I'm going away by the path of the past, to the
Daylight leaves this world again, the burning ball called Sun now again must go down, behind the inaccessible line. Wings of the night are low above me
