In a deep dark forest,
In solitude I'm having my rest.
In the deep dark ancient,
where my blood not will be frozen,
I hear the silence whisper
my name in ancient tounges.
voice from the past will follow me
until the day I die. 

The less alone I am the more alone I feel.
Still hoping to final something of my kind.
Melancholy shadows fills my heart and eyes
and a flame from the past burns my soul.
As shadows in a world of this betrayal light
a world which was never meant for me. 

In a deep dark forest,
In solitude I'm having my rest.
In the deep dark ancient,
where my blood not will be frozen,
In my lonely mortal wondering,
darkened by burdens.
Emptiness [bad word] the sombre mind of mine. 

When time cease to be,
my soul it can be free.
Kept alive be hatred,
all alone.