The corpse of the ancient cradled in red   Lies at the bottom of this ice cold lake   Here it now dwells and ready for the stand   Deep in the mountains where but unlight hangs   The grace of malice adorns them now   For what they were even hell to them bows...      Deep malice adorned fruit of the olden empire,   Soon, as midnight's dusky hour dawns   And senseless the wanderer rests in silence   This is the tree of paradise   Where you shall fall again   I am the three-faced king of the first dominion   The watcher in the twilight, the keeper of the chasm...   Friendly it is to sleep in silence's whisper   And leave unworshipped the throne supreme...   We are the anointed rulers of the olden side   The alpha and the omega   The beginning and the end      Enthroned on skulls in the land of the dead   Where silence rules and the sun isn't set   Gather in vein start their dreaded quest   To bring the reign of light to an end   Painful bliss and the sweet touch of death   Raping silence to bring chaos back   Evil spells of the sinister kind   Words of god are but unheard now...