Mystic summonings behind the wall of sleep
Veil of swirling fog
Realm beyond all warmth and light
Let swords slice their path
through the maze of rotten thoughts

And winds blow the dust
From forgotten memories
Once buried by the ashes
Of lost pride and strength
From the crypts of frozen flames
To the high majestic mountains
The throne of might is slumbering
Awakened now
By the wizards' summonings
Rebirth of dark infinities
As the silhouette of a pale moon's eye
appears upon the throne
Gate to the highest plane of the old sorcerers' dreamworld
The essence reflecting in the mirror of time
Sparkling like the distant fires
Throughout the nightsky's frozen air
Dreamkings of immortal spheres
Throning in every warrior soul
Ride the wings of destiny
Fullfilment for the high divinity
That mirrors in the ancient runes
Written in the shining
Sharpened silver blades
That guide the mighty throne
Beautiful weapons lie beside
once layed down by (the) ancient knights
Their circle crushed by treason
And the remaining proud ones
gone through the moon gate
Into their grave beyond all shape
Now summoned again to a kingdom lost in lies
The throne of might is slumbering
Awakened now
By the wizards' summonings
Rebirth of dark infinities
Lead the blades in battles of the one law's might
Gather in the vast moonlit fields
From the forest of endless night
Receive the wizards' darkened spells
Never lost their strong believe
Proudly watched by the ancient sorcerers' eye
For their kingdom of eternal shape will rise again