1. ANTARUXA

(Instrumental)


2. WANDERING ALONG THE PATHS

I'm the bearer of the candle
Which the "Compana" gave me,
Which today will be reclaimed
And so my life,
Black ravens fly over my dwelling
And the wolves with their howls,
Know that I'm going to die.
Midnight has fell,
And the spirits come for their candle
Taking my soul with them.
I see my body lying lifeless,
My beloved crying at my remains
While I'm going away from them
They cover my lifeless body with a white shroud
Sealing me to avoid my soul escape,
And be also buried.
I'm in purgatory,
I've left a mission in life,
That don't let me have my eternal rest,
And now I'm condemned to roam between the alive,
wandering along the paths,
To pay all the debts I left in life.
If I fulfil my sentence,
I'll reach my rest with the dead.


3. COLD WINTER DUSK

Cold winter dusk, walking between the mist
I cross paths and ways under my candlelight
As I arrive at ma dwelling, I see them above it
Black ravens take off, a bad omen comes with me
Day after day I see them, with their never-ending flight
Sad howling wolves also begun to resound.
I know what my destiny is, death omen surrounds me,
My last travel will soon start.
Three days in a role, dog and wolves howls
Confirm my fears an announce my end.
In know that soon I'll die, and there's nothing
I can do
Unless prepare myself for eternal rest.
I feel weak, tired and feeble,
A strong stench of wax announces their presence,
They come to give me the candle that soon they'll take
And I'm lying, waiting my end.
Dawn has arrived black ravens take off,
Guiding my soul in its last travel.
When black ravens take off, announce my end,
When black ravens take off, I'll be dead.


4. FOREST OF LAMENTS

I'm the chosen one to walk with the dead
Although I don't know it,
Each midnight I go to my date with souls,
To guide them to someone's home,
And they'll announce him his death.
I lead the procession,
Bearing death's standard,
The souls are following me,
With candles made of deceased bones,
Walking through lonely paths,
Stopping in each crossing,
Until we reach our destiny.
Ended our travel,
The "Compana" enters the house of the next deceased,
Leaving a candle that will be picked up the following night
Meaning the unavoidable end.
I'm the chosen one to walk with the dead
Although I don't know it,
I guide them to someone's home,
To announce him that he soon won't be alive.
I offer this suffering to anyone who comes across me,
Until someone accepts,
I'll carry the curse till the end of my days.


5. A CORREDOIRA DAS ANIMAS

A treboada trae os malos augurios
Susurros que medran na escuridade,
E entre as àrbores,
Animas mortas.
Lembranzas que brotan das raices,
Medos que lembran males,
Males que fan tremer a terra,
Caminos que te levan ò fin.
A derradeira viaxe avanza
Cara ò esquencemento e a desesperanza,
E ten o poder de levarse consigo
Os seres perdidos.
As vidas morren,
As mortes quedan,
Perduran na eternidade,
E fan medrar o medo, o dor.
Se se mira,
Desprendese dela a esencia da morte
E comenza a verdadeira viaxe,
Onde cadanseu leva o seu legado.
Percorre o derradeiro camino,
Levando consigo a historia dunha vida que renata.
E a penitencia a caron das ànimas rotas,
A morte eterna chega por fin.


6. PROPHECY OF SORROW

Darkness surrounds the broken souls,
They're in an abyss of despair
Receiving the legacy of demise and hatred
They impregnate in sorrow and vanish after the call.
They escape,
Flying toward nothingness
Running away from their tormented and filthy lives
The call arrives...
And they're ready.
Shadows paint their souls in black
And they wither,
Feeding thus, their desire of self-destruction
Dying...
Floating in the vastness of eternal pain
They suffer...
They cry...
They twist and dwell in rotteness
If they once had felt hate,
If they were dead in life,
They will disappear
Forgetting the ones who tortured them.
Broken souls,
Gloomy spectres
Will change their fates
Destroying the part of their self
Who once led them into the abyss,
Dying...
Floating in the vastness of eternal pain,
They suffer...
They cry...
They twist and finally vanish...


7. DEATH'S COLD LAYER

Each days that begins,
I hope it wouls be the last one,
Agonic existence that forces me to live.
Doubts and more doubts, drowning me every day
In immense desperation,
I'm loosing all hope and reason.
I know there is something differant, in me or in the rest,
But I don't want to continue like this.
I'm seized by terror, I can't stand my situation,
I want to find an end and finnish with my pain.
Desperation floods my being,
With a will to escape,
And don't look back...
I know what's left
It doesn't cause my moans, I can't carry on.
A moment of madness, or maybe of clarity,
That makes me ends with my existence.
I know that the moment is here,
The meeting with death,
Which will give me the desired peace.
Strengths leaves me,
I begin to feel death's cold layer
surrounding me.
My vision becomes coudly, and slowly I achieve to be free,
Now i finnally rest in peace.
I didn't decide to be born,
I didn't desire to live,
I know what's left
It doesn't cause my moans,
And free of all those things,
I'm finally in peace.


8. ...AS THE CANDLE FADES

(Instrumental)