Here my lands

From which you can never pass

Surrounded by the mists

I, the supreme being

The lord of these majestic lands, far beyond another world

Thus you who was dragged to my stronghold

With my tempest

When darkness conquered the day

Howlings ascends amid the aerie's towers

Rivers bleed by the ceremonies of the dead bride

The dismay face of the stone castle changes the aspect of night

Cerberus of Hades growls to arouse the Lord

Then the Lord wakes like an acronycal of the darkest night

To sip vital liquid

His necromantic words brought algophobia to the habitants

Bleeding Mists