Blackheim's Hunt For Nocturnal Grace

Soaked in Darkest Lights
 Deep in his Soul - His Shallow Grave
 In the Deepest of His Inner
 A World of Immortal Arts
 As the Cold Midnight Winds captured his Sullen Spirit
 He still Lay there in his Dominion of Dreams
 His Wings was Covered by Snow
 Deep in his Soul - The Wind Blew
 By the riddle and Wisdom
 A Hunt for Nocturnal Grace
 Souls were Heading towards Death
 Death was Heading towards Life
 Life was in the Coffin of the Crypts
 The Crypts of Blackheim - The Only One
 The Mercy is for the Wisdom and the Slayer is our Reward
 No Time to Dread by as we shall be Unborn
 With Thirst for the Blood of the Sacred One
 Three Years of Yearning for Purest Cold Flesh
 Amongst the Wolves He's the Kingly Beast
 A Hunt in the Forest of Elder's Dark Myths
 [Voice:] "...A Dominion for Blackheim... No Mortals to Enter... No Enter."
 The Lightning in the Skies
 The Sign of his Elder Past