Here my lands
From which you can never pass
Surrounded by the mists
I, the supreme being,
The lord of these majestic lands, far beyond another world
Thus you who was dragged to my stronghold
with my tempest
When darkness conquered the day
Howlings ascends amid the aerie's towers
Rivers bleed by the ceremonies of the dead bride
The dismay face of the stone castle changes the aspect of night
Cerberus of Hades growls to arouse the Lord
Then the Lord wakes like an acronycal of the darkest night
To sip vital liquid
His necromantic words brought algophobia to the habitants
Bleeding Mists,