Journey - Mörk Gryning

In the four, storming winds of hate, we rise

When darkness rules in the dead of night — unleash the fire

The dark one we hail, the sky is red.

Now I feel the ancient kingdom

We’re darkness deciples, we’ll bring the day of dying.

My soul is filled with

grievance.

I’m dead now — arise all demons!

As we’re flying through landscapes of ice I hear the angels cries — consume

them in fire

We are four horsemen of doom, to all of you

I shall walk through the endless times and again — I’ll meet my master

The burning diamond, the unseen phantom… the old one…

The horizon is near, we make us ready for the divinity

The night is dark… a blaze of the northern star.

I see the light.

Am I in hell?

Death is real and everything turns black…

I arise in the nocturnal sea.

I will bring your death

My soul’s not resting in your hierarchy, my place is in hell!