Spokes of the merciful forms are no more Whose force is irascible under black skies? Born to the lands of the merciless forms The birth of irascible tempest by terror It forms a vision It forms a vision It forms a vision in me Ride through the mist of misery Row through the silent abode The whisp of mystery Row through the silent abode
Blind, the sullen seasons A somber sign A tomb of reasons Is home to me Berserk Wrathful Hinder Visions When the great tempest awakes The forms align Ride through the mist of misery Row through the silent abode The whisp of mystery Row through the silent abode It forms a vision It forms a vision It forms a vision in me