The water of the sacred lake beside me Eerily glowing in the dusk of my life My agony understood not by the sun Nor the moon From the darkness I found my face
Shamans, my ancestors' bloodline Have always come here to die From beneath the waves they whisper to me Of the secrets learned in death
With me I carry a stone Hidden, forgotten and cursed To the depths of woe Like my forefathers before me
This world wasn't for them To live, to breathe or to rule They were drawn by a voice Silent as darkness itself
That voice belongs to Satan The silent master of my soul In his footsteps I pass In to the watery graves
