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By myself I ride

Days and nights

Alone in this dimension

I am searching the past

I will reach the land

Of forgotten witchcraft

The wind blows cold

I feel I am near

The sandstorm has stopped

Darkness is eating the sun

Winds of desolation

Are blowing cold

The sandstorm has stopped

Time ate the walls

Here I've come

Back in the centuries

A nameless city I reched

In a subterranean desert

Ancient circles on the wall

Death built this stones of grief

Through the darkness, through the coffins

Demons re invoked

Now the sandstorms rise

I rule this world

Centuries came to a new life

Summoned by my call

Old eyes now see again

Old hate burns again

Cold winds cover

The Kingdom of pure evil

I drew the circle

I rule this world

Now I sit on the throne

Which has been covered

With dust and spiders

This dominion is mine

I rise my sword

The winds blow cold

I burn with them

My blasphemous creations