Whispering through the rain
I hear the laments of the damned,
That as me, walk silently in the cursed eternal storm

Misty dreadful landscapes
In the core of unseen paradises
Keep the secret mysterious words
Which are intoned in agony

Millenary are the roots of cursed existence
That feed the infernal wrath
That feed the infernal hate
Of those who embrace darkness
Of those who walk in shadows

Howls come from beyond
Wooing the moonlight

The curse divides paths in good and evil
Good are the ones that a shepherd follow
Evil are the ones that under the curse
Silently walk beneath the storm