Swept the wintery landscapes

Untouched by the hands of the holy

I am a demon, I hold the key

But not for myself...

But to crush the feeble race



I have had visions of lost kingdom

Once so proud but only to fall

We raise the sign on the mountainside

This domain...

Is eternally ours



Our world is like a black soul

In eternal search for immortality

But the soul is tired of searching...