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