Ordo Draconis The Nightwanderer
A mystical landscape rises up at dusk,
A valley o'er which a violet dim light shines
With huge attractive power.
A place concealing many lost lives.
No longer do fallen souls suffer earthly dimensions,
But wander fore'er.
The Spirits:
"To enter this lost dominion
One must die by his own hands.
Leave your prison of flesh and blood
And gain eternal life."
My soul yearns for this dimension.
My spirit separates from my flesh.
Witnessed by the hypnotizing black moon,
My soul will find its rest.
And as I travel towards the violet light,
My path is surrounded by burial mist.
A vision appears clearly before my eyes,
A dimension, where sorrow ne'er dies.
In this magnificent fullmoon night
My fallen soul is reborn.
I took my destiny in hand
And left this earthly curse.
The Spirits:
"You have fulfilled your destiny, nightwanderer.
May you find rest in the valley of shatters."
