كلمات Towards The Pantheon

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 memory Shield of life, sword of death held up high into the sky Guided by the shining moon in the starry sky above In the horizon beyond black clouds of destruction rages like dancing shadows of pain We will grant Him their pain He will grant us His flame In flesh and blood He will arise to deliver the key As the armours black robe slides across the landscape we see the land of wisdom, strength and pure evil... Darkness, frost hate... the throne will be ours May the wolves start to howl again May the age of darkness arise May we touch the black flames of the past again... and forevermore