From beyond come the storm

Landscapes turn to ash before my pressured eyes

Nothingness turns to nothingness

And my imagination fades like dustclouds over

This deserted land, feel to now satyricon



Wonder how stormclouds rage

And all you can feel is the cold winds of

Funeral times, timeless they are



He saw lived and died

In these dreams of demons

Wondering how he could open the gate to

Dark medieval times and bring forth to the domains

of satyricon, two great spears and a flag of dominion

And hate



Above it all creations fall

Living for the quest and the search

Dying for the key, living for the domains

Arise northern spirit and come forth under

The might of the castle satyricon