May the wolves start to howl again May the age of darkness arise We will travel for eternities into the unknown to reach what we seek Right the ways through the barriers of light Through wastelands where nothing but grief have become the eternal memory Shield of life, sword of death held up high into the sky Guided by the shining moon into the starry sky above In the horizon beyond black clouds of destruction rages Like dancing shadows of pain, of pain We will grant him their pain, he will grant us his flame In flesh and blood, he will arise to deliver the key As the armors black robe slides across the landscape We will see the land of wisdom, strength, and pure evil Darkness, frost hate The throne will be ours May the wolves start to howl again May the age of darkness arise May we touch the black flames of the past again and forevermore