IN THE NIGHTSIDE ECLIPSE

INTO THE INFINITY OF THOUGHTS

As the Darkness creeps over the Northern mountains of Norway and the silence reach the woods, I awake
and rise... Into the night I wander, like many nights before, and like in my dreams but centuries ago. under
the moon, under the trees. Into the Infinity of Darkness, beyond the light of a new day, into the frozen nature
chilly, beyond the warmth of the dying sun. Hear the whispering of the wind, the Shadows calling... I gaze
into the moon which grants me visions these twelve full moon nights of the year, and for each night the light
of the holy disciples fade away. Weaker and weaker, one by one. I gaze into the moon which makes my
mind pure as crystal lakes, my eyes cold as the darkest winter nights, by yet there is a flame inside. It
guides me into the dark shadows beyond this world, into the infinity of thoughts... thoughts of upcoming
reality. In the name of the almighty Emperor I will ride the Lands in pride, carrying the Blacksword at hand,
in warfare. I will grind my hatred upon the loved ones. Despair will be brought upon the hoping childs of
happiness. Wherever there is joy the hordes of the eclipse will pollute sadness and hate under the reign of
fear. The lands will grow black. There is no sunrise yet to come into the wastelands of phantoms lost. May
these moments under the moon be eternal. May the infinity haunt me... In Darkness.

THE BURNING SHADOWS OF SILENCE

Benighted darker and darker as I walk through the woods, into the silent shadows. As the sky goes from
dark to black ice cold whispers burns my skin. From nowhere to the deepest of my soul they speak unto
me... grievance of sadness, like the gift of sorrow. A moon, a bloodred full moon lights my black hearts
night. Lightning cracks the sky and thunders roll, through the night a chaos of storms arise. Burning flames
catch my eyes... Purgatory. Into the shadows so dark I hear the choirs of evil, a "joy" in blasphemy beyond
my darkest fantasies. The Gate is open... Into the silent shadows I crawl, upon the throne so cold,
atmosphere of melancholy. I will forever burn... Into the silent shadows.

COSMIC KEYS TO MY CREATIONS AND TIMES

The heavens are lit by the stars where years of secrets of universal forces lay hid. They shine so bright, but
yet they have seen more evil than time itself. Reflected in the deepless lakes they are drowning in black
elements. They are the planetary keys
to unlimited wisdom and power for the Emperor to obtain. They bring the gods of the wolves whom upon
they bark at night, requesting their next victim in thirst of blood. I enjoy those moments I may haunt with
these beasts of the night. What kinds of beings are existing at the deeps of my lakes? They surly must be
of an evil race, for no friendly thing can live in such depressive waters. Here is also a planet similar to the
moon, but its phases is only one and it is in its most powerful for all and ever... There passes no light
without the barking of the wolves. All these landscapes are timeless, and this is all just a part of cosmos,
but all is mine and past and future is yet to discover... Much have been discovered, but tomorrow I will
realise I existed before myself. I will be reborn before I die. I will realise planets ages old, created by a
rules with a crown of dragon claws, arrived with a stargate...

BEYOND THE GREAT VAST FOREST

Beyond the great vast forest, surrounded by majestic mountains, dark rivers float liketears of sorrow. Frost
submerge the holy ring of fire. They shall rise again, for they are of Him... The Dark Lord of eternity's.
These are the Devils of Darkness. They can not be laid to rest forever. Resurrection... They shall haunt
again, the creatures of the night "Phantom der nacht" Blood is life. Their art of death is infernal, like their
life eternal. See the castle so proud, but yet so grey and cold. The frost submerge. The moon is on the
rise. Hear the nocturnal howling of the wolves... the children of the night. They shall rise again, resurrected
through our gathering of the ancient and evil. In the name of the almighty Emperor they shall rise and
forever wander the land beyond the great vast forest.

TOWARDS THE PANTHEON

May the wolves start to howl again. May the age of darkness arise. We will travel for eternity's into the
unknown to reach what we seek. Right the ways through the barriers of light, through wastelands where
nothing but grief have become the eternal memory. Shield of life, sword of death held up high into the sky.
Guided by the shining moon into the starry sky above. In the horizon beyond black clouds of destruction
rages like dancing shadows of pain. We will grant Him their pain. He will grant us His flame. In flesh and
blood. He will arise to deliver the key. As the armors black robe slides across the landscape, we see the
land of wisdom, strength and pure evil... Darkness, frost hate... the throne will be ours. May the wolves start
to howl again. May the age of darkness arise. May we touch the black flames of the past again... and
forevermore.

THE MAJESTY OF THE NIGHT SKY

Like the tide, shadows flow towards the shore of light. The night comes whirling like a maelstrom. Warring
waves of cracking clouds embrace this nightside landscape. The heavens bleed, through open wounds,
the dim light of the moon. The winds are crying mournfully and tears fly with the gusts. They whip my
clenched faces freezing skin with ice-cold burning cuts. Too long have I suffered the desert sands of time.
But as I drown in darkness it will release the sign. My soul will leave this mortal coil of flesh and earthly life,
to fly into the mist of the night, into the nightside eclipse, and experiences existence on the other side. As
a stone of scorching enthusiasm I refract the reflecting surface of this unfathomable sea. Growing circles
of grief and pain slides across the land as an omen of the horror yet to come. The strength of a thousand
fire-breathing demons breed in my infernal, sinking soul. And as I reach the surface once again these
powers are under my control. Now I am one with the night sky majesty

I AM THE BLACK WIZARDS

Mightiest am I, but I am not alone in this cosmos of mine. For the black hills consist of black souls, souls
that already died one thousand deaths. Behind the stone walls of centuries they breed their black art.
Boiling their spells in cauldrons of black gold. Far up in the mountains, where the rain fall not far, yet the
sun cannot reach. The wizards, my servants, summon the souls of macrocosm. No age will escape my
wrath. I travel though time and I return to the future. I gather wisdom now lost. I visit again the eternally
ancient caves, before a mighty Emperor thereupon came. Watching the mortals "discovering" my
chronicles, guarded by the old demons, even unknown to me. Once destroyed to feast upon the screaming
souls that was destroyed in my future. How many wizards that serve me with evil. I know not. My empires
has no limits. From the never ending mountains black, to the bottom lakes. I am the ruler and has been for
eternity's long. My wizards are many, but their essence is mine. Forever there are in the hills in their stone
homes of grief. Because I am the spirit of their existence. I am them

INNO A SATANA

O'mighty Lord of the Night. Master of beasts. Bringer of awe and derision. Thou whose spirit lieth upon
every act of oppression, hatred and strife. Thou whose presence dwelth in every shadow. Thou who
strengthen the power of every quietus. Thou who sway every plague and storm. Harkee. Thou art the
Emperor of Darkness. Thou are the king of howling wolves. Thou hath the power to force any light in wane.
Sans mercy. Sans compassion nor will to answer whosever asketh the why. Thy path is capricious but yet
so wide. With no such thing as an impediment to strong. Every time thou consecrate me to another secret
of Thine. I take another step towards Thy Pantheon. Forever wilt I bleed for Thee. Forever wilt I praise Thy
dreaded name. Forever wilt I serve Thee. Thou shalt forever prevail.

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