King Of The Mourning Millenium
Crucified Whore
I open the gate to my inner dreamworld
A darkland... dominated by grimness and solitaries
But still there is an everburning flame
Once again I watch the nightsky through
the eyes of a wolf
Candles accelerate the spiritual katharsis
In this night of decision I stride through the portal
I´m the heir of the throne, like the first snowfall I return once more
To this place I ever longed for
Lord you are the bearer of wisdoms seed
I`m your disciple, don`t deny my presence
Yes, wide open are my gates
I´m the divinity of wrath and the source of hate
Enter my realm and dive into the circle of fire
On dark wings I descend
Cold winds carry my soul
Dark forces haunt my spirit `till prophecies are spoken
And angels holocaust is fulfilled
Beyond the race of god I stand
I´m the king of the mourning millenium
Holding the banner of the infernal lord
Crushing the honour of christ
I observe the stars of mine
Wolves sing the hymnes of winter
And the elves dance their last dance
The last martyr is coming soon
I open the gate to my inner dreamworld
A darkland... dominated by grimness and solitaries
But still there is an everburning flame
I absorb draconian moments
To strenghten my glorious soul
Will these desolate times be my lives blackest hours?
This crown, the completion of darkness
Like the pale moonshine
I`m the heir of the throne, like the first snowfall
I return once more
To this place I ever longed for
Feel my endless faith and enthrone me
In the ruins of a dying kind
I see the shore of revelation like a raven I fly
Towards the wastelands, no shadows cast
Choires of vengeance resound from the north
These are your lands, may there be breed your
demonic race
And may you bury once again my rage
on the other side