Pits of the Cold Beyond

As the shadow of

Dark angels fall

From the grace of light

I am carried in the arms of death

Into the nightThe universe unveils

A glowing entrance to doom

Next to the setting sun and

The rising moon

Wine of life streams

In faint nocturnal screamsAs the rivers run red

From the wrath of Armageddon

And the wine of life is shed

Into the pits of the cold beyondTimor et tremor venerunt super me

At the time when the sun emerges from the dark

In limbo a star shines and in silver it sparks

I search my soul as darkness burn

For a shadow it shall return

From the pits of the cold beyondTimor et tremor

Venerunt super me

Et aligo cecidit super me