Paroles de Arcana Caelestia

In midnight fog The wolves foretell a story The ones have passed the silver walls And gaze beyond the grey horizons Across the end the end of light The spheres are gathering so close Dawn of witchcraft's glory Night the ravenous moon awaits Sovereignty A vision of the bitter end Declare to us the things to come Descended from the unknown fields And through the misty clouds Their eyes are blazing in the dark They own the secrets of the stars Icons of obscurity Bring forth the ancient thrill The howl's spread the despair Penitence is drawing near Aghasted nightly creatures Their heaven need to claim Grievousness unholiness Are about to be raised