As the Darkness creeps over the Northern mountains of Norway and the
  silence reach the woods, I awake and rise... Into the night I wander,
  like many nights before, and like in my dreams, but centuries
  ago. Under the moon, under the trees. Into the Infinity of Darkness,
  beyond the light of a new day, into the frozen nature chilly, beyond
  the warmth of the dying sun. Hear the whispering of the wind, the
  Shadows calling... I gaze into the moonwhich grants me visions these
  twelve full moon nights of the year, and for each night the light of
  the holy disciples fade away. Weaker and weaker, one by one. I gaze
  into the moon which makes my mind pure as crystal lakes, my eyes cold
  as the darkest winter nights, by yet there is a flame inside. It
  guides me into the dark shadows beyond this world, into the infinity
  of thoughts... thoughts of upcoming reality. In the name of the
  almighty Emperor I will ride the Lands in pride, carrying the
  Blacksword at hand, in warfare. I will grind my hatred upon the loved
  ones. Despair will be brought upon the hoping childs of
  happiness. Wherever there is joy the hordes of the eclipse will
  pollute sadness and hate under the reign if fear. The lands will grow
  black. There is no sunrise yet to come into the wastelands of phantoms
  lost. May these moments under the moon be eternal. May the infinity
  haunt me... In Darkness.