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