Album: Reign Of Tempests (1999)

King Of Tempests


Feel the frozen souls,
weeping along the night.
Blessed by tragedy,
heretics under a dark moon sky.

Bewitched by a call,
a spell of grief.
To mystify the black minded land,
to obtain the shadowkey.

Lead by the king of tempests to fade in agony.
Banish his mighty opponent, chaining destiny.

Crippled hands tried to reach this shining gloom,
while daylightfall, guided by fire, bringing them tragic doom.

"Das Erbe der Ewigkeit, geboren in des Lebens Schoß,
birgend das Wissen der Zeit, verloren in Vergessenheit"

Cold, cold are their hearts,
lost in skies of bitterness,
where dark angels cry
wasting away.

See these hungry eyes burned out by flames of ages,
rotting lips, touched by oblivion's kiss.

Beauty weeps so sadness can dwell in eternity.
And evil welcomes its victory.

A devious search, a blind possession,
longing for might, a cry of desperation.