Entering the sacred world of might
To where the stormy kingdoms hold
Here naked winds blow cold and free
All black and dead on frozen ground

Pass the gate to Blashyrkh worlds
An ever burning fire swirls
Here shadows hold a grimly sight
Dark must the eyes that see it be

Death

Elder visions rise, the legends and myths
Once brought before the throne of might
Blacker of worlds, once I would look upon its grace
With ever blowing winds, this realm consumes the light

Rule all that comes to eye, uphold the might
Gates to Blashyrkh, profane majestic realm
Unearthly kingdom, mighty raven dark
With ever blowing winds, this realm consumes the light

The gate is open with endless heights, tall and steep
Here moons at twilight above the misty deeps
Graced with eternal nights, ice blown by wind
Forests dark to see dead naked trees

Entering the sacred world of might
To where the stormy kingdoms hold
Here naked winds blow cold and free
All black and dead on frozen ground