Under the pale moon i wander
Beyond all warmth and light
The darkness strengthen my soul
Granting me evil and might
Through tranquillity and into the storms
Following the call of the shadows
Now i am there in the middle of the woods
In the centre of the storms
Surrounded by the mighty satan
In the shape of a thousand storms
Blinded i stand alone
And behold a world one cannot see
With the human eye
Never have i been a friend of light
Love i have always denied
My wisdom stands above all
And in these woods i receive even more
The storms breath on me
With a cold as death
Chaos rules above me
A vision i've never seen before
Only in my fantasies
Now i am there in the middle of the woods
In the centre of the storms