In the times of ancient prophecies when the taught found its tangibility The eternal tale, beautiful in darkness, born in the dusk begun On the wings of storm, in the dark clear night the land is trembling, bird of prey yells Neigh of horses savaged by abhorrence beyond the limits of earboundaries rises the paining wail The last sabre of beams melting in tortures day is dying and his mastery's might Moon has flowered in the lament of sun and purple dream, so falls the night Under the forest walls; the knight nocturnal by vesture shrouds the land into the awe The nomad by sadness wandering in time Arcane herald of misfortune Temple of pain, strong and alone the kingdom of shadow where no forgiveness is Temple of pain, strong and alone emperor of evil dreams, spiritual darkness He cuts the clouds on a black horse His sword's splendour; seems to be eternal Within ourselves everyone bear the origin of our misery Temple of pain, strong and alone the kingdom of shadow where no forgiveness is Temple of pain, strong and alone emperor of evil dreams, spiritual darkness