Soaked in Darkest Lights   Deep in his Soul - His Shallow Grave   In the Deepest of His Inner   A World of Immortal Arts      As the Cold Midnight Winds captured his Sullen Spirit   He still Lay there in his Dominion of Dreams      His Wings was Covered by Snow   Deep in his Soul - The Wind Blew   By the riddle and Wisdom   A Hunt for Nocturnal Grace      Souls were Heading towards Death   Death was Heading towards Life   Life was in the Coffin of the Crypts   The Crypts of Blackheim - The Only One      The Mercy is for the Wisdom and the Slayer is our Reward   No Time to Dread by as we shall be Unborn      With Thirst for the Blood of the Sacred One   Three Years of Yearning for Purest Cold Flesh   Amongst the Wolves He's the Kingly Beast   A Hunt in the Forest of Elder's Dark Myths      "...A Dominion for Blackheim...No Mortals to Enter...No Enter.."      The Lightning in the Skies   The Sign of his Elder Past