Awaking the Centuries
In the books of what will be
Written by the demon lord?
Never lift your head up to the east
cause darkness wakes the best!
Der Kerzen Schein
Er leuchtet fahl
Als das Sonnenlicht er stahl
Und nur das gro_e Himmelszelt
Bezeugt das Ende dieser Welt
So feed the spark
Welcome to the land of dark
Death in all the centuries is what I left behind
Take my hand
Forgotten in the promised land
Death in all the centuries is what I left behind
The knowledge, brought to the world
Is growing with a bitter taste
In a dream I saw things that will be
Centuries away
Des Mondes Schein
Er leuchtet fahl
Das Herz der Finsternis er stahl
Nun glei_end Lichte ihn umgibt
Und doch des Menschen Hoffnung siegt...?
So feed the spark
Welcome to the land of dark
Death in all the centuries is what I left behind
Take my han