Through Centuries of sorrows I have wandered.

With the Moonchildren have I searched.

In the black and sour soil I have dug deeper.

Possessed by a quest, to find truth in forgotten myths.

To find the sea of power.

This well where the Wolfeheart drinks.

My thirst has been a nail in my skull.

But behold!!

This is my victory over the mortals.

I will dive in the the Goddess' lake.

For an everlasting beautiful moment I am in ecstacy

Wrapped in darkness, I am one with the night.

Deep in the frosty fog I hear voices.

They are calling my name - greeting me.

"Come with us - be ours."

"Join this perverted dance of the night."

"Listen to out symphony - a rhapsody in black."

Their choir enchants me as I am being lifted.

High on the bloodstained wings - they guide me.

The earth and sky is no longer any limit.

Through dark ages.

I see witches burn and warriors with blood on their steel.

Plague and ashes.

I see kingdoms rise - built on flesh- so weak.

It is beyond this that my quest ends.

I have entered my long lost throne.

It is neither black, no white - pure power.

The key has been found, and I now can return......

Or stay forever.....