Cosmic shroud flickers,
fill the heavens,
with the weep of the beast,
mourning procession departs.

The seed in moist flesh,
sown consciousness rise again,
from darkness the eternal substance
takes shape of a man.

Bring my craving to the goal,
carved by wind and time,
on mountain of creation,
set the fire

Seeking the strength of blood and the divine,
way of the calvary and iron stars,
we are the shape of eternity,
while over the forehead only the milky way ride.

With blood-stained,
descendant of my flesh,
becomes yearning nocturnal.

The will is grown
tall towers have fallen
now when the shame evanish
the supreme being is call me

Fire....

At midnight gate, absolved of sin,
perfection, where soothing oblivion aid,
aimed at conquest, forced to obtain,
before the word was made.

Seeking the strength of blood and the divine,
way of the calvary and iron stars,
we are the shape of eternity,
while over the forehead only the milky way ride.

Bring my craving to the goal,
carved by wind and time,
on a mountain of creation,
set the fire

The will is grown
tall towers have fallen
now when the shame evanish
supreme being is calling

VOLFDRAG - Pristine Fire

The aim of this project was to preserve songs that originated over two decades ago, with small additions and adjustments.