| Song | Dominions of Satyricon |
| Artist | Satyricon |
| Album | The Shadowthrone |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Wongraven | |
| From beyond come the storms | |
| Landscapes turn to ash before my pressured eyes | |
| Nothingness turns to nothingness | |
| And my imagination fades like dustclouds over | |
| This deserted land feel to now satyricon | |
| Wonder how stormclouds rage | |
| And all you can feel is the cold winds of | |
| Funeral times, timeless they are | |
| He saw lived and died | |
| In these dreams of demons | |
| Wondering how he could open the gate to | |
| Dark medieval times and bring forth to the domains of satyricon, two great spears and a flag of dominion | |
| And hate Above it all creations fall | |
| Living for the quest and the search | |
| Dying for the key, living for the domains | |
| Arise northern spirit and come forth under | |
| The might of the castle satyricon |
| zuo ci : Wongraven | |
| From beyond come the storms | |
| Landscapes turn to ash before my pressured eyes | |
| Nothingness turns to nothingness | |
| And my imagination fades like dustclouds over | |
| This deserted land feel to now satyricon | |
| Wonder how stormclouds rage | |
| And all you can feel is the cold winds of | |
| Funeral times, timeless they are | |
| He saw lived and died | |
| In these dreams of demons | |
| Wondering how he could open the gate to | |
| Dark medieval times and bring forth to the domains of satyricon, two great spears and a flag of dominion | |
| And hate Above it all creations fall | |
| Living for the quest and the search | |
| Dying for the key, living for the domains | |
| Arise northern spirit and come forth under | |
| The might of the castle satyricon |
| zuò cí : Wongraven | |
| From beyond come the storms | |
| Landscapes turn to ash before my pressured eyes | |
| Nothingness turns to nothingness | |
| And my imagination fades like dustclouds over | |
| This deserted land feel to now satyricon | |
| Wonder how stormclouds rage | |
| And all you can feel is the cold winds of | |
| Funeral times, timeless they are | |
| He saw lived and died | |
| In these dreams of demons | |
| Wondering how he could open the gate to | |
| Dark medieval times and bring forth to the domains of satyricon, two great spears and a flag of dominion | |
| And hate Above it all creations fall | |
| Living for the quest and the search | |
| Dying for the key, living for the domains | |
| Arise northern spirit and come forth under | |
| The might of the castle satyricon |