Walk the path of sorrow Cascades of whispers, dew of the ancient Pass the gate of the astral world Apocalyptic dreams, cursed for centuries
Hunt the lonely branches Enchanted I wander upon the fog
Infernal spirit guides me through the dark Haunting visions float on air Yearning to enter the eclipse of the sun Dive into the dismal abyss Laid on thorns
The child vanishes into the nothingness A still silence is heard Voices speak on the toungue of the wind Horrific images fill my mind
Shivering from fright Sweat burns my eyes Frozen with coldness I stare upon the forest