After the terrible storm, A deathly silence that takes place Somewhere in a hidden memory, Images float before my eyes The wind is saturated with thousands of voices. I can see lights in the distance, Flickering in the dark cloak of night. Specters disappear into the black fog Drums beat in the distance echoes of darkness Moving to the pagan sound. Figures of wheat stalks bend in the shadows Supporting himself up high, as the huge lights to pulsate The dense fog covers every inch of ground, And no sign of fading away until the next rising of the sun From inside the black fog comes the chaos Horrific nightmares that creep through the night When the doors open, the nightmare is beginning In his maddening search for exit, Terror reaches them through frightening creatures Coming out of the darkness and attack them mercilessly