I walk through the imperial forest of north, west, beyond the dying sun.
I fly like a shadow into the night. T
hrough the prickly path & the mist, here, where some obscure rivers flow the blood of my opponents.
I walk toward a cold light, passing over the chains of fear with strength & wisdom, nothing will stop me!
With the blacksword at hand I shall take the throne, such wrote my elders before my birth, my heart belong to the past, born into the wrong century,
I'm waiting for the reign of Black & frost, from the top of my horse I can feel a cold hypnotic wind caressing my face, & I go where the magnificent mountains are so cold & the deep valleys so pure.
Beyond the earth the sky becomes black, the full moon's covering the sun to form an eclipse who burial us in the dead of the abyss, from the majestic night shall be reflected the secret of our knowledges. T
he magicians poetic incantations from the north shall resound in each part of the universe & like at the beginning it shall be only the mighty void.
My ancient spirit will proudly appear in the middle of the stars, leading the nightwarriors spirit in a fight without respite, the swords shall strike in the black sky, the dark storms will bluster, the blood will flow from the wounds, taking in his floods the dawn of our victory, the creation will prostate in tears of pain in front of our sovereignty, from this cosmic struggle will spring forever the eternal triumph of north.