Act I, The First Seal - Opera IX

Dark and forgotten the times of these writings

Timeless stones shape the walls of this site

Arcane and powerful symbols traced on them

May the moon lead my steps

In the sacred search of supreme knowledge

Waiting for his coming

And it was gloom

Somewhere in time

In unknown lands ruled by an ancient magic

In titanic forests

6 towers of power were built

They guarded 6 sacred heirlooms,

Protected by 6 seals

They show the effigy of the god

Who sits on the big black throne

I mesmerize my soul

To fly along the dusty paths of Acheron

Looking for the magic circle of the black ring

Toth Amon, prince of enchanters

Tell me your secret

Or I will tear it from death to death

Running on a human blood river

He feeds on blood

The blood calls him

His strength glows if the hands

Invoking him are stained with blood

Where he shines, the blood is she’d

There the light’s kingdoms wobble

There nature forces are shaken

Thoth-Amon, give me the sword of sacrifice

And the sacred cup I am gonna fill with lifeblood

Give me the lance of almightiness

And the potsherds of the black stone

I’m gonna place on the altar of Dagon

Entrust the sixth heirloom to me And so be it!

And then a whirlwind struck my Breast, freezing my soul

The candle flames vanished

Announcing his coming

5 the tips and 5 the elements

It is the blood in which I annihilate

The sixth is the knowledge the

Supreme god, the bringer of light

Engraved in the sixth heirloom

The sacred book ordained to the devotee