Huge trees dominate the immense.

They're without a natural color.

Only the night, darkness, obscurity

drawn on'em wonderful esoteric shadows.

I revived in my memories (But I don't live).

I'll blot out my memories.

I revived, I live in a pale light that is on my walk.

Doom is written!

Memoriam Tenere!

I still see your cerulean eyes, fixing me and

hiding behind - White candles -

I see you, you run, you escape

But it's useless - ha ha ha ha -

You know it's too late, doom is written.

- Memoriam Tenere -

Don't use your tears, I'm heartless! - ha ha ha ha -

A drop of your blood,

drop by drop - slowly -

The death will come, a drop of my sperm - will be -

The child of hate, of my hate - you... -

Don't be afraid, you won't die under - the hot sun -

the mantle of Novembre will tie your chains

- And you will slowly die -

slow your suffering, slow my pleasure

Memoriam Tenere - Worshipping your dead flesh -

Memoriam Tenere - Smelling your stench -