Dark CLouds come closer
annoucing the shadows arise
freezing of fear the poor soul
that bollow theyr unknown destiny

A whispe in the dark
that calls for their names
A single step in sufficient
for them to know that

The Keepper of the grooves
is here
Arise of the keepper of the groves

now, condemed to this cruel hate
the hope dies with the light
in they eyes long gone life
distante as this
miserable souls from saheation
cause from now theyll face

the impure ones
that dont theusolles
will not is dead

their heart will be killer
their soul will be taken
And theyr hope will once
and for all sucunent
forever
with the powerall the kepper of the groves