Enthralled into the dustwindCrusaders of a lost battleWarned by a
Lonley as the autumn eveningFlowing on its last daysA wanderer
Deep within the shadowlandFar beyond the distanceLies a castle upon
A beast swept with passionFor one of them who inhaledHis
We hail our lightThe sun of SatanFor with thy mightCome
Suicide... my only thoughtLike the silence in the dark it