The moons describes The mournful face Of the goddess lovely And yours immense pleasures I follow your light Until the altar of stones I see the orgy of the witches And the barbarian warriors Of the darkness They are the children Of the full moon At nights of devolution The imperial moon Illuminates the ways Of the forest A gray fog involves The image of the black castle
I fell the power of the past In sights running through The walls of the cold castle Old kings govern The esoteric powers Setting free the black arts For a night with eternal eclipse On remains of the temple My sacred axe of fire cuts the darkness Then I follow this journey Following your immortal face In the imperial moon