The Witch-hunts Trilogy

[Part One: "THE PREACHER CAME TO TOWN"]. . A peaceful town down by the lake. A cradle of goodness and righteousness it was said. Quite prosperous one might add.

Midwinter/beyond Enlightenment

Now oppression stalks the remnants of compassion,. Brewing hatred to surface in wicked actions. Cloaked in peace and mercy, force their false confessions.

Watchful Spirit's Care

Music: Hertrich/Darkseed. Lyrics: Hertrich. I gave her eyes my own to take. and round she turned my sake. My hands in need,. and gave herself indeed. I met a girl down in the meads.

Midwinter (intro)

The Preacher Came To Town

A peaceful town down by the lake. A cradle of goodness and righteousness it was said. Quite prosperous one might add. Rye fields, cattle, and the riches of the lake.

Walk In Me

My loveless eyes, they look on You. They break the crystal seas so blue. A smile for which my feelings sigh. This pain could teach me how to cry. . Your heart once passed so desolate.

The Diabolical Eve Of The Nocturnal Holocaust

hear the funeral bells chime. the eve of our nocturnal feast of pain. diabolical ghastly winds. burn the corpses of weak. believers in shame. see our black legions rise.

The Crow And The Warrior

Once in the silence of the woods. In the shadows of a crescent moon. . The eyes scan the beautiful nocturne. The ears enjoy silent songs. "I have seen things and heard talks.

Midway Through Infinity

Wings of fire burn the night, night. Slumbering eyes their flares shall greet. Let the past cling on its futile self. And may the present rush for the future's glare.

Waiting

the frost invades. the day's growing dark. lock your doors. misery arrives. black, silent smiles. passion is chained. hatred is born. love forlorn. . waiting for the time.

The Conspiracy Of The Pagan Cult

Strenghtened bravemen hearts. Ride with the pale moon. Reach for the source of wisdom. In the glare of the guiding star. Visions of a pure land. As fires haunt.

Lost To Apathy

The unsaid tone of weak despair fail to resonate. Frayed end of our binding threads will disintegrate. Now by the laws our physique state. Failure to communicate, none to sentient.

Ultimate Darkness

Pride and credit. In a meaningless world. Don't be greedy. For the wishes of the mob. Spinning round for dirt. . Losing grip, but you're not the only one.

Red Sky Over The Land Of Fells

In the midst of the dead earth up through the clouds they rise. Feet sunk in moss heads covered in a veil of white. Kings born and die but fells still watch up proud.

Lethe

Give me the drink of the fluid. That disintegrates. And lend me the sweet balm and blessing. Of forgetfulness, empty and strong. Lethe, Lethe. . Hold me near, unravel the stars.

Torn To Shatters

And I wrap my arms around me. And think of times gone by. I used to share my fate with you. Wrapped in a robe of fire. . Inhale - exhale. All that matters - torn to shatters.

One Son Of The Northstar

One endless cold star. Here I stand... following. Thy dark spirit... thy faint light. A path across my dreams. Take me far... into the unknown fly. Over a desert... a snowfield.

Insanity's Crescendo

Gently hold our heads. Gently hold our heads on high. . Aimless time in fear now hide. Overthrow the plan. Confusion lies in all my words. Mad is the soul.

On The Top Of The Falconhill

On the top of the Falconhill.... I was standing surrounded by solitude. Evening breeze as my only friend. It was a beautiful dusk of November. Darkness wrapping around the hills where paths end.

The Sealing Day

Music: Hertrich. Lyrics: Hertrich. I look upon myself and curse my fate. Shall I compare You to a winter day ?. Pull down Your vanity, I say pull down !.