In the mist of the twilight
You could see [bad word] To walk the endless woods alone
The earth is freezing
As I walk it [bad word] colder

Forever descending in a place of the moon
Where shadows moves with grotesque eyes
Where demons rise

Surrounded by black and mourning moonfog
And the eyes of the dark ones
Sempiternal woods wait only for me
path opens clearly
The sun no longer rises
Over cold and forgotten valleys
The sun no longer rises
Where I walk and where [bad word] I believe in tragedies
I believe in desecration
To the north and into eternal winters
To the north in the grip of eternal frost