Dominions Of Satyricon

From beyond come the storms Landscapes turn to ash before my pressured eyes Nothingness turns to nothingness And my imagination fades like dustclouds over This deserted land feel to now satyricon Wonder how stormclouds rage And all you can feel is the cold winds of Funeral times, timeless they are He saw lived and died In these dreams of demons Wondering how he could open the gate to Dark medieval times and bring forth to the domains Of satyricon, two great spears and a flag of dominion And hate Above it all creations fall Living for the quest and the search Dying for the key, living for the domains Arise northern spirit and come forth under The might of the castle satyricon --- Dominions of Satyricon - Satyricon