The cold increased with darkness moving forward The grey ground disappeared in the shadows Of the night that began to thicken The light of the fire was swallowed by darkness The spectre, the nightmare A black hole in the dark shadow Keeper of the great secrets buried beneath the mountains The days become long and gloomy Terror becomes anguish Prayers and kind words are of no use The steps become heavy during the rest of the harsh night Head bent, in silence Nothing to see Nothing but the hissing wind to hear Until the dawn of another of nothingness and terror... The air is thick Even a raven cannot fly A faint spiral smoke rises As if the fire brooded from within the earth Distant and threatening sounds Echo from below From the subterranean prisons... Everything around is dark Earth and sky... the eclipse reigns The spectres king spurse his horse He moves forward followed by the dark horde The rock trembled Then a great red flash The light ripped the sky A blast of livid chain-lightnings The nightmare is real There is light at the end Here, now, only darkness A voice: "Wake up.." No one dies Everyone is born again