Besedila: Forgotten Tomb. Nightfrost.

I walk again through these darkened paths,

as the cold wind blows on my face

and the fog creates sinister forms,

they guide me in the dark night

A night as black as Death

An iced hand closes my eyes

as the frost surrounds me with its obscure shroud

NIGHTFROST

No moon over me this night,

only the dark is real now

I stand obsessed by the signs,

occult symbols carved in the ground

of this ancient moor




They show me the mysteries of the afterlife,

the way to the knowledge

Now i must die to see this...



Wandering in the lands of Death

I know, i' ve seen beyond

Untrodden paths, but only in this life,

i walked them

NIGHTFROST