Under the gaze of an owl

I walk the streets of the ghastly stars

to reach the pond of purest black

The surface gleams

like a pearl in the vast plane

Wet sacred shrine emerged as my spirit is

led astray in search for illuminated skies



On a conquest through nighttime

meadows

lingering spirits gather at the seven stones

Dark is the night

and so is the hatred in my soul

The oracle pierces the pale shapes

Concoct serpent and concubine souls

see and select the one must grim



Bitter the unpenetrable darkness

My gnarled body remained in the deep

Still my spirit is trapped in catatonic state

Listen while it speaks

Lightning gives shape to the night

Blood will flow through the night of

black crystals



Es brennt ein feuer in mir

Nie zufor war das feuer so dunkel

und kalt und es gehort zu mir

Es wird brennen bis ich sterbe

und erlosen in kalte

Das feuer verbreited sich

von geist zu geist

und jede sehle wird verzehrt



Dark and cold moon behind the clouds

Dance the spirit dance in battered shape

I am alone among these hollow shadows

Like we did before meet the seven stones

I the selected one ignite the spirits dance