[Part I]Time stands still in these ancient hallsOnly the castle itself can tell what it keepsDark are the secrets between these wallshidden in shadows of death, while the sorcerer sleepsWhere is the morningwhere is the sunThousand years of midnightthe sunrise is goneAn old man marked by a life so longIs sleeping so sweet while his magic is growing so strongWaiting still for new times to comea thousands years to see if he has wonWhere is the morningwhere is the sunA thousand years of midnightthe sunrise is goneIWhat has he done ?Why is he sleeping so long ?He wants to live for evermoreSoon is he youngn will he open his eyes ?When he is strong enough to ruleBack in our time goes the legendof a sorcerer so oldHe drank the blood of the virgin to be rebornSoon a tyrant will conquerSo spoke the wiseof the day when the sorcerer will riseBlood is his wineThe sorcerer is cheating on timeand he’ll be stronger than beforeCursed be the sunthe women will weep for his funIn the name of his magic so strong[Part II]A thousand years have goneArmageddon hasn’t comeOnly the cry of a child echoes in the darkwards goes timeas the stars are passing byand nothing remains of this foolish man except his fate