Into the Mist of Memories

Barren stretch of heath

A mist as thick as milk

The stench of burnt flesh

Overpowering the smell of stone and timber

My woven hands upon my breast

At night I awake to fulfill my quest

I cannot rest, I cannot die

In straight and shiny woods I cry

At night I awake from the boundless death

To take revenge and devour your flesh

Slowly I wander through the weed

And follow the light

Follow the light of the freezing moon

Barefoot I roam the woodland floor

An ominous fog shapes a ring

My presence is now bound

I cannot rest, I cannot die

In straight and shiny woods I cry

Mark my words

My presence is now bound

Is now bound

Persecution, execution, torture and flames

An era of fire and death

Mark my words

Mark my words

When night consumes your precious light

I will find you, blood-soaked and dying

I release your soul into the mist of memories with me