Black winged demons haunt the dungeons where the moment has no end Unwept you shall be sent into the endless void of Tartarus Below in Cimmerian ancient temples your fate you will meet - I foresee No warmth of dawn can ever break the silence Of the (coldest) nights down there Morpheus the son of sleep with mighty wings that make no sound Invades thy dreams with memories, illusions from the house of Hypnos The water of Black Acheron doth echo through your mind From waters you did come and now you shall go To the waters of Black Acheron! The seas of sleep hold you in their depth Distant screams - in Phlegethon there's only death Among the sons of man move forever Strange, silent, shadows... The Foghorn of XAPΩN signs gently to thee Resist not what is law! Bite hard thy fare and surrender To the bringer of woe The veil of sleep now gently falls and never you forget... Among your sons move forever, strange, silent shadows