Emperor

Hark, ONightspirit Father of my dark self From within this realm, wherein Thou dwelleth By this lake of blood, from which we feed to breed I call silently from Thy presence, as I lay this oath May this night carry my will And may these old mountains

The wolves bark with wind in summertime. As the moon passes the shadows. It was a grim tale. The wolves pry the limbs from the conquered ones. Carnage consumes the emptiness. Wait till my spirits come forth. Violate all his chosen ones. Drink the fir

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 Infin

In the wordless chamber They feared death Desperately Thus they clustered to the fruits of the earth Craving dispersion As if to avoid knowing why In the wordless chamber They feared life Desperately Thus they proclaimed any given truth And swallowed

Orgy of silence Conspiracy of peace Only the sound Of the cold northern breeze Twinsun sink fading Behind the black lake Asleep is the mountains Yet the night is awake Strange is the night Now black stars rise And many moons circle Through silent the

May the wolves start to howl again May the age of darkness arise We will travel for eternitys into the unknown to reach what we seek Fight the ways through the barriers of light through the wastelands where nothing but grief have become the eternal m

Memories of torment strikes me. Attemps were made to suffocate me at birth. Fools, I was already ancient. Thou can not kill what breeds within Thee. Alas, this agony, the emptiness of earthborn pride hath stirred my faithful heart which guided me to

Close your eyes and gaze into this realm that I reveal. See where eternities are born. Close your eyes, behold the powers of the broken seal. See the liars bound in thorns. Fear, and you shall fall. Weakness suffocates your will. Dare, yet never fail

Drawn towards these lands again. Seeking death and sacred soil. I ride the longing winds of my blackened soul, growing stronger once I enter my empire beyond. Emperium! Behold my coming. The fullmoon rise above me, enlightening my realm in a silvery

.... and after years in dark tunnels he came to silence there was nothing... he realised that the cheering cries of worship were but echoes of his harsh outspoken word reflecting back at him from cold and naked walls in hollow circles fled illusions

Mightiest am I, but I am not alone in this cosmos of mine For the black hills consists of black souls, souls that already died one Thousand deaths Behind the stone walls of centuries they breed their Black art Boiling their spells in cauldrons of bla