From beyond come the storms   Landscapes turn to ash before my pressured eyes   Nothingness turns to nothingness   And my imagination fades like dustclouds over   This deserted land feel to now satyricon   Wonder how stormclouds rage   And all you can feel is the cold winds of   Funeral times, timeless they are      He saw lived and died   In these dreams of demons   Wondering how he could open the gate to   Dark medieval times and bring forth to the domains   of satyricon, two great spears and a flag of dominion   And hate      Above it all creations fall   Living for the quest and the search   Dying for the key, living for the domains   Arise northern spirit and come forth under   The might of the castle satyricon