[Gericke 15.11.1994] Einst war das Nordland, unsagbar alt, so maechtig, prachtvoll, so majestaetisch kalt, wei? waren die Berge, dunkel die See, das
liegt die Erbluehung, das Emporstreben ultimater Finsternis durch Vollkommenheit, ...und begraben und grazilem Eis, niemals kroenender als was ens war
[A.R 1992] At the gates, the king awaits and the hordes of the storms are enslaved by the throne through the centuries of the dark. I`m here to sat
with wine and combined with thorns, a funeral storm of darkness I join... For years I searched the gates of the transylvanian chasm. Dim and slow was