Here I stand in my tower, clothed in marble and ebony  And from my tower I behold my vast infinite kingdom  The shadows reveal flocks of wolves hunting in the night  Warlords gather their armies of destruction and hate    My tower, my supreme black work of art  A gateway to the everlasting fields of eternity  Where forests stand proud and evergreen  Where the wolves join me for nocturnal hunt  Where the soil is untouched by holy hands  Where the mountains stand tall, pantheons as they are    The dark ocean reflects beams of moonlight  The night reveals memories of an ancient past  I travel with the wolves, I fly with the ravens  I gain ancient knowledge buried by time and dust    In the black mountain up ahead lies the dreaded caves  The caves which conceals the sword of death  Waiting for it's rightfull owner, waiting to be used in war  I reach for the sword, my fingers clutches the swordhilt  As the ancient past opens up before my eyes    I return to my tower, in my hands lies the sword of doom  The sword that means the death of the hordes of light  The sword that means the arrival of the dark age