There's nothing to fear in the blackened woods
Here I can see eternal life
At night the forest is calm
Mesmerised by haunting trees
Thou shalt suffer
In the woods of eternal hate
Our elders were forest dwellers
Shadows of the forest
Finding relics of an elder race
I prepare to take my own life
God cannot send his spirits to save my soul
The indistinct representation or indication of something to come
The wolves constantly howling at the moon
Night demon of the second of December
Ghosts of the ancients still dwell here
Forgotten myths have come to life
The wastelands my home forevermore
To slaughter the one called Jehovah
Only could I see the foreground of the forest
Hearing sorrowful cries of mourning
Mans highest spiritual effort
Subject to demonic impression
Sorrow: black and sinister
The murder of crows
Souls continue to exist
As shades in constant thirst
The soul may eventually
Become non-existent
