It's cold and dark, like a winter night
All the trees have turned to ice
An impenetrable fog from the forest of revenge

Place of constantly darkness, where many have died

Voices so sinfull exclaim their trespasses

The moon is calling
Time to go


The graves are invisible 'cause of the thicky fog
The blood is so cold, it's like a dream
A farewell way to short, have to see the Ancients

Learn its tradition and bring it to this time