Gods of ancient twilight,glance the golden past,let me enter your hidden gate,let me know I am the last. Rise nocturnal spirits,eternal gods of the north,blow your wind upon my flesh,reach me your immortal force. I dance through the winter storms,all through a lifetime as man,marching to the deepest fog,to bend down beneath your ancient hand. So engraved by battles for years,but more mighty than ever,with blood on my weapons I hunger,for more (I shall never give up the war). I`ll make this night my darkest intentions,walking towards your kingdom,winter of the norse evil, I summon you to embrace and crown me. Rise nocturnal spirits,eternal gods of the north,blow your wind upon my flesh,reach me your immortal force. BlackWizard_ from #hah on DALnet