Travelling on by the charming poles
Two winds bring fast new fear
Shining stars that no-man has spawned
The bodies are cast by infested mayhem
(Show infirm shapes of the glowing stone)
That I'm calling daemons alive(?)
Gates of Madzig spawn to voids unknown
Now I'm longing Meshuggah's confinement
I don't fear hunting at the feast
How I not know that the wolves are bare
Confess to your feud, or face morbidity
For what is with me descends
I now have every arm standing - vultures
All knights of mine are whole
Embrace an animalistic fury
That spreads out to the phantom matron