In the Nightside Eclipse

O' mighty Lord of the Night Master of beasts Bringer of awe and derision Thou whose spirit lieth upon every act of oppression, hatred and strife Thou whose presence dweleth in every shadow Thou who strengthen the power of every quietus Thou who sway

The heaves are lit by the stars Where years of secrets of universal forces lay hid They shine so bright, but yet they have seen more evil than time itself Reflected in the deepless lakes they are drowning in black elements They are the planetary keys

Beyond the great vast forest Surrounded by majestic mountains Dark rivers float like tears of sorrow Frost submerge the holy ring of fire They shall rise again, for they are of Him.... The Dark Lord of eternity's These are the Devils of Darkness They

Benighted darker and darker as I walk through the woods Into the silent shadows As the sky goes from dark to black ice cold whispers burns my skin From nowhere to the deepest of my soul they speak unto me... Grievance of sadness, like the gift of sor

Like the tide, shadows flow towards the shore of light. The night comes whirling like a maelstrom. Warring waves of crackling clouds embrace this nightside landscape. The heavens bleed, through open wounds, the dim light of the Moon. The winds are cr

This magic winter night I see a light. Again I hear that tune, some sort of croon. Oh no, no, no, oh, my brain. I see them gypsy waggons left in the snow. Oh, I must see that lady, I have to know. Gypsy woman, let me inside. [Guitar solo] They say yo

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

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

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

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