"The Voïvod is very weak from the War. And he is not the absolute master yet ; He has to rest before starting another War. A War against his God, but that's another story... "

Now i've come back
Crusing the day my maker took
My strength away
Planet control
To save my world
Mission complete
Though i am weak
Lost in this world
I am forlorn
Loss of this world
I am forlorn
I fight alone
Me with my selves
Battling ghosts
Part of this hell
Give me some rest
I feel so old
My blood is drained
Turning me cold
Lost in this world
Feeling forlorn
Loss of this world
I am forlorn
Lost in this world
Feeling forlorn
Loss of this world
I am alone
Shadows here
In this place
Planet fear
Death is near
Anark my given name
Close my eyes
Fade away

"The planet is under control and the Voivod now walks in dreamy halls and endless rooms. His tower feels like a dead house. His blood is old and his wind comes weak. In the bitterness of utter dereliction he must go forth, desolate and alone, toward the Land of Night. It is time to take to lonely wanderings in the darksome hollows, where the frosts of winter lie. Waiting for his silent passage to the shadowy world, far away among the things that only whisper, he finally closes his eyes in a sleep almost as long and as deep as Death."