The silent willows keep the ancient stone
  
   hidden behind that cryptic door
  
   Rituals of terror quake all the ghostland
   the bloody line now paints the cold floor
   The evil pages are almost written
   with the dark poison of flesh an dbones
   Fire is raining on the grey mountains
   Waters are waiting for the last oath
   The way is open... now they are coming
   called by the blasphemous words of the lord
  
   ...and finally the violet waves announce their arrival
   and blood will soon be painting the beloved lamenting
   ocean...
  
   The way is open... now they are coming
   called by the words... the words of the lord
  
   Ethereal harmonies spread trough all the air...
   the unreal calm before Elnor's end...