1. RITUAL IN THE HALL OF THE MOUNTAIN

(Instrumental)


2. THE STORM

All alone
Above these peaks
I walk
Where no one dares to go
The cold winds never cease to
Blow

Through the evernight
And woodlands covered in ice

A storm
Has pierced the silence
In the land
Where all is timeless

We're falling
To the ground
Like shooting stars
Despite
Of the night around
We travel for yards
Windswept across
The howling breath
Of the Earth

I am
The epitaph of man
I am
The ashes of myself
I am
The solitude
Within

Hopeless
I wander
In landscapes so unexplored
Across the darkest forests
Of ancient spirits fortress
I' ve walked
Tract of corpses
I've tried
To end my torment
Be more
Than a beholder
Against the nature
Greatness


3. THE OLD TRAIL TO THE MOUNTAIN

Oh dismal
Nightly shades
Reveal my way
Guide me through you
Till I'm awake

I shall reach the end
Under stars I wend
Shrouded by
Winter rain

Weary and hopeless
I walk this path
Carried by the wish
To celebrate my death

This endless maze
Will turn into your grave

But when I look back
Behind me there's no trace
In the horizon a shade
Guiding me with a blaze

Languid
Distant screams
Scars the sky in vain
I've tried
To find my way
Through the night embrace
Last-ditch
Alone
With the brightest stars
Bleak is my doom


4. SPIRIT OF THE WOOD

I am
The spirit
Of the wood
The eerie presence
In the darkest silences
The rain
Is my mourn
And the fallen leaves
My eternal
Mutation

Follow me
If you dare
To the distant mountains
Over there
Our guide
Will be
The lunar flare
The stars above
And Jupiter

Towards the end
In a place unknown
To every man
Where now
We are called
To pass

And the death sleeps
Forever in my wounds
As I wake
I'm surrounded
By coldness

A neverending rain
Will wash
All the blood
Off this stones

Lost in the middle of nowhere
Caught by the landscapes
Stateliness

The crows are singing
The dirge of grieves
Who awaits too much
Here will remain
On this cold ground
They will embrace
Forever

The depths
Where the spirits dwell
At the end
I scream
At the sky above me
On these oaks
And furs
In fear I shall reign
Carved
In stones
The wood
Is reclaiming
My soul