Cold forestvoid

Only
The rising moon
And the setting sun
Witnessed this unholiness

This lonely place
Deep in the forest
No one knew that
He had hanged himself

The blackest cloud
Rose over the forest
And covered the moon
All the life freezed

For the cold forestvoid
Became the evilkingdom
Where the wise could hear
The hymns of the hanged soul

The hymns of Satan
Satan