The Infection of Light

Unseen and enshroud in a dark wise silence
Wherein boils the tumultuous wrath of eternity,
eyes opened and stared.

To observe the beast, the nature in darkness
over the darkest lands, that ruled the primordial
earth, grounds of our mighty Lords.

Blackest storms that marked mankind's beliefs;
And engraved in their flesh the remains of
our might.

But still the night grows silent, unheard the voice
of He who split the heavens. Boldly, as light
infesting our eyes, the Glorious Lord of night, our
Chaos enthroned in the chants of darkness...
... To celebrate victory or the end.

My eyes are open on this night, shroud of dark mist
that cloaks adying kingdom under which the throne
of a new age will rise...

To observe the wolf from the gate of the eternal
soul that, relentlessly, the silver beams guide.
To hunt in infinity the light-prey that confine
our immortal spirit in flesh...