Tekstovi: Cryptic Wintermoon. The Age Of Cataclysm. Winter Of Apocalypse.

Empty Streets, constant fear
Faces mist, something's near
Here in this valley of fearful dreams
Where is nothing as it seems
we are scared of things unknown
our darkest phantasies are shown

A whisper in the deathlike silence runs like sirens through my mind
The shadows getting longer, night comes, no way out here I can find

A flash of light lighting up the darkness is like thousand nails cutting my flesh
These are the echoes of our darkest trips, this is our winter of the apocalypse

The smell of death is in the air, the fate of others I don't care
the bloody end, now I can see, the one who dies is finally me
I will fly into eternity; It's finally me

Now in my thoughts I even forge total extinction
I am the seventh sign, Devil's reincarnation

Strange, strange things you fear,
now it is me, I am a part of
the ancient enemy

Now in my thoughts I even forge total extinction
I am the seventh sign, Devil's reincarnation

My master has told me to
escape the three dimensions
noone believes, it's true
I am the phantom in your nightmares
the mystery beyond reality
the bringer of your doomsday

Mayhemic thoughts destroy my mind I am enslaved by .....
the ancient enemy, the deepest abyss of my lost soul

A whisper in the deathlike silence runs like sirens through my mind
The shadows getting longer, night comes, no way out here I can find
A flash of light lighting up the darkness is like thousand nails cutting my flesh
These are the echoes of our darkest trips, this is our winter of the apocalypse

The smell of death is in the air,
the fate of others I don't care
the bloody end, now I can see
the one who dies is finally me