As night falls down 'pon this wretched ground
I descend the fog-valleys below
With no man, nor beast, but naked trees around

And the moon that all light has bled

I plunge into the hail of tempest

Devoured by the firmament

Let no joyful sound

Spoil this winter air
Let only be foul skies
Ardent and arcid

Linger on in despair
This soil is black again


The soil is black and dead
The soil is black and dead


Cursed... Be my tribe
Cursed... Be our land
Cursed... Borned my tokens

Cursed... Sacrificed in vain

To Mara?, heathen demon of old

To Mara?, the demon that destroys
To Mara?, we must all burn
To Mara?, on the path of no return


Rites of a death-hammer
Oh, the salt of the earth

Procession through one to another
On the path where I mourn
Barren path on no return


What once was I now is dead
Embered bonefires forever shine

What once was I shall be again
There, at the summit of Prokletije