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I wander in the tunnels of the forest-throne

Walk into the night through rays of the moon

It touched my fate among the arms of the high tress

My heart is waken up by the enchanting mist

I leave my everlasting soul to gentle breeze

Time is witnessing again the lunar eclipse

I am stainding on the blue of the high mountains

In the silence, I see the black covering

I feel the shadows are restless now

Something not belong to this dimension

Pass through the dying moon...

Thousand wings spoil the peace of waters

Clouds disperse with the march of dark wanderers

The horde is riding to the starsless night

Arising to the throne of the fallens

To the gates of the empire...

The eclipse is slaving the midnight

Bestial impulse of my soul

The eclipse swallow all the peace

They always wait in the unlight

The eclipse dwell on the dark earth

It is the time to remember who they are

Ravendark, world embraced the hordes of the universe

Servants of the throne marched through the land of the curse

With the mighty ceremony, they arised in to the night

As in ancient centuries, as in the times before the light.