Thyrane

I once walked in shadowland. I heard the howls of a hundred wolves,
how they sung with severed forgotten winds, the shivering twilight anthem.
A rising strom, i first thought, but the caves of diffs, forests,
mountains resounded the same tunes, nightspirit symphony.
Those tunes darkly penetrate my heart, that's where they came from.
The black harmony mesmerized my mind. It was as if i've join a choir of ancient dark desires.
I heard the whispers. Fire embraces.
I faded into strange silence, and ardently sacrificed to the nocturnal voices.
With blood on my hands, i hailed my master.
Thou can hear the howls from sable dimensions, which the night can't resist.
Wander as the lost with unholy harlots...sin's miracles.
Hark...your instincts are gone. Thou lived in knowledge of lies, in the words of weak.
Calls for fettered waves, far away to unknown shadows, feeling the distance to the light.
When the dreams of the believers died, thy christian soul, the wolves slept unsad.
May the silent whispers beyond the light, fascinatingly reach many paths,
Sans goal.
In the eternal night towards storming seas, in infinity undaunted eternity,