Born deep in the rule
of southern Carpathia,
A flame to the forest of old,
A wind that carried the cries
of all who dared.
Even the night fall prey to this evil.

From atop the mountain side,
His screams echo throughout eternity,
As monuments of elemental evil,
Only darkness shall circome this realm.

Only darkness inhabits the realm
of the Nachtseher,
And only darkness shall be his kingdom.
For no other could contain,
The essence of this being
Oh to feel the immortality,
To be a shadowless being.