As the Darkness creeps over the Northern mountains of Norway and the silence reach
the woods, I awake and rise... Into the night I wander, like many nights before, and
like in my dreams but centuries ago. Under the moon, under the trees. Into the Infinity

of Darkness, beyond the light of a new day, into the frozen nature chilly, beyond the
warmth of the dying sun. Hear the whispering of the wind, the Shadows calling...I
gaze into the moon which grants me visions these twelve full moon nights of the
year, and for each night the light of the holy disciples fade away. Weaker and
weaker, one by one. I gaze into the moon which makes my mind pure as crystal lakes, my eyes
cold as the darkest winter nights, by yet there is a flame inside. It guides me into the
dark shadows beyond this world, into the infinity of thoughts... thoughts of upcoming
reality. In the name of the almighty Emperor I will ride the Lands in pride, carrying the
Blacksword at hand, in warfare. I will grind my hatred upon the loved ones. Despair
will be brought upon the hoping childs of happiness. Wherever there is joy the hordes
of the eclipse will pollute sadness and hate under the reign of fear. The lands will grow
black. There is no sunrise yet to come into the wastelands of phantoms lost. May
these moments under the moon be eternal. May the Infinity haunt me... In Darkness.