At the threshold of New Aeon The Black Hermit of the North awaits Stained by Wind and Eternal Shadow Clenching the stars in fists Of FULFILLMENT The Seal of the Black Flame! Raise your chalice of blood And let joy overcome your weakness Let your words be the words of a King And let them be worthy Enclothed in the Crimson of Authority... Raise your head To the Great Star Let it be the indescribable delight Of your eyes Drink blood and spill blood On the womb of your star!!! Showing the way to the chosen Ones Become! Fear not for your life As death is only the beginning... At the threshold of New Aeon The black hermit of the North awaits Stained by Wind and Eternal Shadow Clenching the stars in fists Of FULFILLMENT The Seal of the Black Flame!