Towards the pantheon

May the wolves start to howl again. May age of darkness arise. We will travel for eternitys into the unknown to reach what we seek. Fight the ways through the barriers of light, through wastelands where nothing but grief have become the eternal memory. Shield of life, sword of death help up high into the sky, guided by the shining moon in the starry sky above. In the horizon beyond black clouds of destruction rages like dancing shadows 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 armours blacjk robe side across the landscape, we see the land of wisdom, strength and pure evil... Darkness, frost, hate... the throne will be ours. May be wolves start to howl again. May the age of darkness arise. May we touch the black flames of the past again... and forevermore.