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