Behind the night skies our castle shines in gloom War princes of the astral den Out from the dungeons, obscured by smoke and frost Entropic cold, eternity Stars – beholders of the warlock’s crypt Lords – of a planetary wrath Kings – they dream beneath these fields Sword – revenge by draconian steel Dead moons have circled, our legend has been heard By howling beasts in madness They ride the sunstorm across the flaming lakes Sulphur stallions, they know no fear.