Emperor Album

As the Darkness creeps over the Northern mountains of Norway and the silence reach
the woods, I awake and rise... Into the night I wander, like many nights before, and
like in my dreams but centuries ago. Under the moon, under the trees. Into the Infinity
of Darkness, beyond the light of a new day, into the frozen nature chilly, beyond the
warmth of the dying sun. Hear the whispering of the wind, the Shadows calling...I
gaze into the moon which grants me visions these twelve full moon nights of the
year, and for each night the light of the holy disciples fade away. Weaker and
weaker, one by one. I gaze into the moon which makes my mind pure as crystal lakes, my eyes
cold as the darkest winter nights, by yet there is a flame inside. It guides me into the
dark shadows beyond this world, into the infinity of thoughts... thoughts of upcoming
reality. In the name of the almighty Emperor I will ride the Lands in pride, carrying the
Blacksword at hand, in warfare. I will grind my hatred upon the loved ones. Despair
will be brought upon the hoping childs of happiness. Wherever there is joy the hordes
of the eclipse will pollute sadness and hate under the reign of fear. The lands will grow
black. There is no sunrise yet to come into the wastelands of phantoms lost. May
these moments under the moon be eternal. May the Infinity haunt me... In Darkness.

Benighted darker and darker as I walk through the woods, into the silent shadows. As
the sky goes from dark to black ice cold whispers burns my skin. From nowhere to the
deepest of my soul they speak unto me... grievance of sadness, like the gift of sorrow.
A moon, a bloodred full moon light my black hearts night. Lightning cracks the sky
and thunders roll, through the night a chaos of storms arise. Burning flames catch my
eyes... Purgatory. Into the shadows so dark I hear the choirs of evil, a "joy" in
blasphemy beyond my darkest fantasies. The Gate is open... Into the silent shadows I
crawl, upon the throne so cold, atmosphere of melancholy. I will forever burn... Into
the silent shadows.

The heavens are lit by the stars where years of secrets of universal forces lay hid.
They shine so bright, but yet they have seen more evil than time itself. Reflected in the
deepless lakes they are drowning in black elements. They are the planetary keys
to unlimited wisdom and power for the Emperor to obtain. They bring the gods of the
wolves whom upon they bark at night, requesting their next victim in thirst of blood. I
enjoy those moments I may haunt with these beasts of the night. what kinds of beings
are existing at the deeps of my lakes? They surely must be of an evil race, for no
friendly thing can live in such depressive waters. Here is also a planet similar to the
moon, but its phases is only one and it is in its most powerful for all and ever... There
passes no light without the barking of the wolves. All these landscapes are timeless,
and this is all just a part of cosmos, but all is mine and past and future is yet to
discover... Much have been discovered, but tomorrow I will realise I existed before
myself. I will be reborn before I die. I will realise planets ages old, created by a ruler
with a crown of dragon claws, arrived with a stargate...

Beyond the great vast forest, surrounded by majestic mountains, dark rivers float
like tears of sorrow. Frost submerge the holy ring of fire. They shall rise again, for they
are of Him... The Dark Lord of eternity's. These are the Devils of Darkness. They can
not be laid to rest forever. Resurrection... They shall haunt again, the creatures of the
night "Phantom der nacht" Blood is life. Their art of death is infernal, like their life
eternal. See the castle so proud, but yet so grey and cold. The frost submerge. The
moon is on the rise. Hear the nocturnal howling of the wolves... the children of the
night. They shall rise again, resurrected through our gathering of the ancient and evil.
In the name of the almighty Emperor they shall rise and forever wander the land
beyond the great vast forest.

May the wolves start to howl again. May the age of darkness arise. We will travel for
eternity's into the unknown to reach what we seek. Right the ways through the barriers
of light, through wastelands where nothing but grief have become the eternal memory.
Shield of life, sword of death held up high into the sky. Guided by the shining moon
into 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 armors black robe slides
across the landscape, we will see the land of wisdom, strength and pure evil... Darkness,
frost hate... the throne will be ours. May the wolves start to howl again. May the age of
darkness arise. May we touch the black flames of the past again... and forevermore.

Like the tide, shadows flow towards the shore of light. The night comes whirling like a
maelstrom. Warring waves of cracking clouds embrace this nightside landscape. The
heavens bleed, through open wounds, the dim light of the moon. The winds are crying
mournfully and tears fly with the gusts. They whip my clenched faces freezing skin
with ice-cold burning cuts. Too long have I suffered the desert sands of time. But as I
drown in darkness it will release the sign. My soul will leave this mortal coil of flesh
and earthly life, to fly into the mist of the night, into the nightside eclipse, and
experiences existence on the other side. As a stone of scorching enthusiasm I refract
the reflecting surface of this unfathomable sea. Growing circles of grief and pain slides
across the land as an omen of the horror yet to come. The strength of a thousand
fire-breathing demons breed in my infernal, sinking soul. And as I reach the surface
once again these powers are under my control. Now I am one with the night sky
majesty.

Mightiest am I, but I am not alone in this cosmos of mine. For the black hills consist of
black souls, souls that already died one thousand deaths. Behind the stone walls of
centuries they breed their black art. Boiling their spells in cauldrons of black gold. Far
up in the mountains, where the rain fall not far, yet the sun cannot reach. The wizards,
my servants, summon the souls of macrocosm. No age will escape my wrath. I travel
through time and I return to the future. I gather wisdom now lost. I visit again the
eternally ancient caves, before a mighty Emperor thereupon came. Watching the
mortals "discovering" my chronicles, guarded by the old demons, even unknown to
me. Once destroyed to feast upon the screaming souls that were destroyed in my
future. How many wizards that serve me with evil. I know not. My empires have no
limits. From the never ending mountains black, to the bottom lakes. I am the ruler and
there are in the hills in their stone homes of grief. Because I am the spirit of their
existence. I am them.

O mighty Lord of the Night. Master of beasts. Bringer of awe and derision. Thou
whose spirit lieth upon every act of oppression, hatred and strife. Thou whose
presence dwelth in every shadow. Thou who strengthen the power of every quietus.
Thou who sway every plague and storm. Harkee. Thou art the Emperor of Darkness.
Thou are the king of howling wolves. Thou hath the power to force any light in wane.
Sans mercy. Sans compassion nor will to answer whosever asketh the why. Thy path
is capricious but yet so wide. With no such thing as an impediment to strong. Every
time thou consecrate me to another secret of Thine. I take another step towards Thy
Pantheon. Forever wilt I bleed for Thee, Forever wilt I praise Thy dreaded name.
Forever wilt I serve Thee. Thou shalt forever prevail.