Under the pale moon I wander Beyond all warmth and light The darkness strengthen my soul Granting me evil and might Through tranquillity and into the storms Following the call of the shadows Now I am there in the middle of the woods In the centre of the storms Surrounded by the mighty Satan In the shape of a thousand storms Blinded I stand alone And behold a world one cannot see With the human eye Never have I been a friend of light Love I have always denied My wisdom stands above all And in these woods I receive even more The storms breath on me With a cold as death Chaos rules above me A vision I've never seen before Only in my fantasies Now I am there in the middle of the woods In the centre of the storms