Swept in the wintery landscapes
Untouched by the hands of the holy
But not for myself...
I am a demon, I hold the key
But to crush the feeble race I have thad visions of lost kingdom
Once so proud but only to fall We raise the sign on the mountainside
This domain...
Is eternally ours In eteral search for immortalilty
Out world is like a black soul
But the soul is tired of searching...
