Tonight I mourn the loss of heart and soul.

The path is taken, The curse received.
Dark and barren in the winter night.
Shadows move along the tree line.

life is cleansed in blood.
Cleansed by these guilt hands.
Purged in a hollow soul.
Scorched and punished.

At the harbor I waited.
Kept an eye on the Baltic Sea.
Across these eastern waters a country of filth and dirt.
He emerged from the forest, how did he know? I [bad word] this forsaken land.
Still the moon is looming low.