Ancient, lords of the night realms The sun sets and night falls In the temple of the north I raise my knife ready to die I am the one that calls, the master of endless time For I am the seeker of death, the priest of death divine I am the one calls, the lord of eternal death For I am the seeker of death, the warrior of the dead In darkness, blood flows more pure Red as the fire that burns my soul In moonlight death seems so pure I pierce my flesh, my blood spills in darkness I am the one that calls, the master of endless time For I am the seeker of death, the priest of death divine I am the one calls, the lord of eternal death For I am the seeker of death, the warrior of the dead I can feel the night, I can feel the cold Consuming my body, consuming my mind I can see him rise, I can see his eyes The master, the keeper my demise I can see him come, I can see his throne Faceless and cold, the master of my soul I can feel the night, I can feel the cold Consuming my body, consuming my mind I can see him rise, I can see his eyes The master, the keeper my demise I can see him come, I can see his throne Faceless and cold, the master of my soul