King of tempests and storms Lord of innumerable figures and forms Blessed with thy cold I am as I upon the shoulders of mine bear the burdon of Thine
Once I got touched by a fire from beyond an invitation to darkness of which I could not resist Caressed by the feathers of the fallen I took the fate in my hand
My raging Commander My constant Shade My soul's Persecutor My eternal Divinity
Revealing Thy powers in visions and dreams Invoking your magic at night Honored I am to mission Thy sword within a creed is sworn of majestic might An infernal allegiance in which I pay my share An unholy awakening inside of which I intend to bear