1. OVERSHADOWED BY A GHOSTLY FOG

Walking the mournful path of life
I wander through a sea of graves
And their ghosts persecute my mind
Is the past that stabs me like knives
A fog of despair corrode my thoughts
No scape for my soul
No save for my soul
Atonement’s no possible for my scorn
Like burnt paper my body’s consuming
In a sadly figure of what I am
The only solution is hang
This recipient of hate and with no tomb


2. INTERLUDIUM FUNESTUM

(Instrumental)


3. WHISPERS FROM A COLD FOREST

Cold embrace my body
In solitude, in darkness
Listening to the whispers
Where there’s nobody
Reaching a hand that never
Was there
In my mind I can hear
The voices that beg for death
But I Know that are
In my head
Whispers from a cold forest
Consume and break me
When my time has done
The voices will banish away
The forest will die
There will be nothing to say