As the Darkness creeps over the Northern mountains of Norway and the silence reach

the woods, I awake and rise... Into the night I wander, like many nights before, and

like in my dreams but centuries ago. Under the moon, under the trees. Into the Infinity

of Darkness, beyond the light of a new day, into the frozen nature chilly, beyond the

warmth of the dying sun. Hear the whispering of the wind, the Shadows calling...I

gaze into the moon which grants me visions these twelve full moon nights of the

year, and for each night the light of the holy disciples fade away. Weaker and

weaker, one by one. I gaze into the moon which makes my mind pure as crystal lakes, my eyes

cold as the darkest winter nights, by yet there is a flame inside. It guides me into the

dark shadows beyond this world, into the infinity of thoughts... thoughts of upcoming

reality. In the name of the almighty Emperor I will ride the Lands in pride, carrying the

Blacksword at hand, in warfare. I will grind my hatred upon the loved ones. Despair

will be brought upon the hoping childs of happiness. Wherever there is joy the hordes

of the eclipse will pollute sadness and hate under the reign of fear. The lands will grow

black. There is no sunrise yet to come into the wastelands of phantoms lost. May

these moments under the moon be eternal. May the Infinity haunt me... In Darkness