The silhouettes wither in the dimming light
Faces turn into masks unknown
hunger awakes in the wandering mind
Memories of an ancient anger rise
 
change of the paradigma
Dwelling in the darkness
cold breeze of death
From the hidden ground
 
At the horizon, invisible – movement in the mist
lurking eye – Glowing in the night
Echoing voices, distantly – Whispering silent threats
 
Pale beings in the ghastly silence
Bloodstained hands fade in the night
In the shades the fears return
Along the graveyards of morale sight
 
The souls are mere prey of darkness
When the laws of light are no more
Surrounded by the [bad word] primal sin
They fear the return of the forgotten