Where the moon lies in silence

When the day is near to end,
my soul travels through the veil
of it's twilight,
there deep inside, there lie forgotten shades
in the time.

Now my hate has found a place
which brings to it a dimension to it self

Oh magic moon light,
under your spell,
I hail to my ancestors.
I am able to learn
in the silence of my last spectral night

Covered in pride, I have come
one more time to serve to the realm where
my conscience has borned.

Beings that glide with the mist
which come from the cold and unknown wood:
surround me, and follow me while i wait
the coming of my death.