Cicates cover your blood-red hairs
singing their velvet songs.
Your soul is lost, forevermore,
under the willow trees.

Call me dead but my heritage lives
to find the grinding answers.
One single signe of my weak hands
steals the urkraft's power.

Strike down the beast of ignorance
Feed on the dead corpse's silence.
Your life is your own uncertain way
Breath a last time - go.

Die alone when you come to the end
Be alone at the edge of your life

A Gate to another world
A Place where time stands still
The path to the netherhalls
under the willow trees.