Thousands of miles in the dust to see,
upon a path leading to nowhere.
Destination unknown, 
only trees in the distance to see.
they walk a path 
where life has never been.
Banished from their realm,
only following honour and their will to survive.

Thousands of miles in the dust to see,
upon a path leading to nowhere.
Destination unknown, 
only trees in the distance to see.
they walk a path 
where life has never been.
Banished from their realm,
only following honour and their will to survive.

Destination unknown, 
only phantoms in the distance.
Following a leader, 
following the thirst for honour,
the only thing that was left...
The light, it seems to flee their near, 
like they´re dead and already forgotten.
like they´re dead and already forgotten.

Behind every crossing lurks the unknown,
constantly accompanied by fear and desperation.
They wander the path 
where no angel guards,
their souls delivering to the devil.
Wandering a path always hidden in dust,
towards the phantoms of future.
Wandering a path always hidden in dust

Thy fleeing time

Eheu fugaces, Postume, Postume,
labuntur anni nec pietas moram
rugis er instanti senectae
adferet indomitarque morti;

non, si trecenis, quotquot eunt dies,
amice, places inlacrimabilem
Plutona tauris, qui ter amplum
Geryonen Tityonque tristi

Conpescit unda, scilicet omnibus,
quicumque terrae munere vescimur,
enaviganda, sive reges
sive inopes erimus coloni.

Frustra cruento Marte carebimus
Fractisque rauci fluctibus Hadriae,
frustra per autumnos nocentem
corporibus metuemus austrum.

Visendus ater flumine languido
Cocytos errans et Danai genus
Infame damnatusque longi
Sisyphus aeolides laboris.

Liquenda tellus et domus et placens
Uxor neque harum, quas colis, arborum
Te praeter invisas cupressos
Ulla brevem dominum sequetur.

Absumet heres Caecuba dignior
Servata centum clavibus et mero
Tinguet pavimentum superbo,
pontificium potiore cenis.

My Phantasm supreme

Encrypted signs appear red glowing,
contrasting the deep dark stone.
Energetic they sweep before my eyes.
My mind opens to an event horizon,
my body fills with energy,
the opening for the last chapter
is to come.
I never bowed down before a god,
I never lost my subsconscious freedom,
but always there are shadows following
the way of the sorcerer, and so I have mine.
I feel a cold hand touching my heart,
Spears made of flames raging the skies,
the revenge of the ancients I feel
for breaking their last seal,
but preperation brought me to this point
and not the simple spirit of adventure.
My phantasm supreme, the last gate, 
the last chapter of my terrestrial,
my temporal,
my mortal existence is to come;
„Eternity“ is only a word made by mortals too.
I see the dissolution, the return of chaos
and maybe the rise of a new order?
I call forth the storm of punishement upon the earth,
or should I say „purification“?

The isolated vale 

Forlorn it lies the vale in the storms
In solitude since the beginning of time
Forgotten, lost and only visited
By the icy winds that make
The surronding mountains rugged
Together with the waters which flow down
From the mountains sides,
which flow down from the mountains sides.

There, in this untouched landscape,
Strifed only by the elemantary mights
There, where the spirit opens fully to
To the pain of solitude.
But where the grief has no mortal reason
Only the beautiness and isolation.
There I want to rest and to guard
To leave it forever unseen.

Forlorn it lies the vale in the storms
In solitude since the beginning of time
Forgotten, lost and only visited
By the icy winds that make
The surronding mountains rugged
Together with the waters which flow down
From the mountains sides,
which flow down from the mountains sides.

***All lyrics by Tharen for Dargaard***

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