(lyrics by Myst, 1996)
Captured by those who worship darkness
Set in prison, a dark dungeon
Rats crawling over the floor
and the water drops eternally
When I look out of the barred window
I see clouds swirling through the air
A red-white moon looks over a blackened valley
Ravens take place on the throne
Then a bestial transformation
No more ravens on the throne
Only the horned dark lord who takes place
A tirant who makes the fire blazing across the lands
As he comes plagues and death will poison our souls
