my soul dark and cold The rise of darkness in my sight Black forces bound to the moon Deep shadows creep under my skin Smell of fear, darkness is here
soul - dark and cold The rise of darkness in my sight Black forces bound to the moon Shadows creep under my skin Smell of fear - darkness is here All
Immortal Ten centuries since I'm resting with shadows Can you feel me rise I am the darkness I am the vampire I am the neverending flame Impeding death
infinite darkness The one dream - Conjured by torturous lifetimes A time not ours Deeper - deeper we shall dwell Higher - higher we shall rise Floating
pain Through this jungle Where winds carry pieces of love In a dream I'm immortal I never gave a thought for tomorrow disorder Yesterday brought me a dark
Yesterday brought me a dark trail of sorrow. Immortal. I never gave a thought for tomorrow, disorder. Yesterday brought me a dark trail of sorrow. Immortal. Disorder. Immortal
When I take your golden Crown The Dust will take my flesh away But I remain in Clouds of Dust Towards the Unlight I will rise Where only Dust and Darkness
long When I take your golden Crown The Dust will take my flesh away But I remain in Clouds of Dust Towards the Unlight I will rise Where only Dust and Darkness
dance together A frenzied dance of secret love "Under this ivory fullmoon I rise now immortal!" Now reborn with dead indifferent eyes Join me night creature in my Anthem of Glory! "Lord of Darkness
away, Mithras, also a soldier, give us strenght for the day! Mithras, God of the sunset, low on the western main, Thou descending immortal, immortal to rise
ve gone insane Release me from waiting For the sparkle to rise I can see they're nailed to the cross Cannot live till they're gone Immortal they cry
Black Legions ravening for blood, Dark Lords hearken to my call, Warriors rise forth from the earth, Battle-spells empower me, The Throne of Kings, the
even were waged the Great Wars between the ancient kingdoms of Atlantis and Hyperborea, Lord Angsaar did rise from his charnel-tomb and do battle with a powerful immortal
carry with it a most terrible price for the King. [Chapter 8: The Return of the Immortal] [THE ECHOES OF THE IMMORTAL:] Hearken, noble King of Hyperborea
Oh great mother who lavishes love generating hate Enchanting muse of unspeakable fancies You will rise again from the ashes wrapping the great catastrophes Pure, joyful and immortal Darkness