Wake up from your sleep of death
being without age nor time,
because the whispering winds blow
and the bloody shade between night
and it silence waits.

Rise from fog oh! endless fire veil,
that the thunder's light
your arcan throne blaze,
apocalyptic, supreme, and eternal.

Ancient spirits in the mist dwell

Come once again,
timeless dark state
scar and take out from my soul
it's mortal pain
take me there
where ancient spirits
in the mist dwell.
... Now is time for me
to cross the ethereal emptiness.