In the times of ancient prophecies  when the taught found its tangibility  The eternal tale, beautiful in darkness,  born in the dusk begun    On the wings of storm, in the dark clear night  the land is trembling, bird of prey yells  Neigh of horses savaged by abhorrence  beyond the limits of earboundaries rises the paining wail    The last sabre of beams melting in tortures  day is dying and his mastery's might  Moon has flowered in the lament of sun  and purple dream, so falls the night    Under the forest walls; the knight nocturnal  by vesture shrouds the land into the awe  The nomad by sadness wandering in time  Arcane herald of misfortune    Temple of pain, strong and alone  the kingdom of shadow where no forgiveness is  Temple of pain, strong and alone  emperor of evil dreams, spiritual darkness    He cuts the clouds on a black horse  His sword's splendour; seems to be eternal  Within ourselves everyone bear  the origin of our misery    Temple of pain, strong and alone  the kingdom of shadow where no forgiveness is  Temple of pain, strong and alone  emperor of evil dreams, spiritual darkness