Endless nightmare of consternation,
where the shadow of my blame revives
In this dark fate that awaits me,
at the end of this impregnable gloom
Throne of sorrow, forgotten
Innocence in althar of mud
Soul of dreadful rest, forbidden
At the gates of this winter
Outcast in the depths of this forest,
the wind sighs at this ancestral kingdom
And my sorrow flows,
like scars that bleed again
Chrysalis nocturnal creature,
bounded to its bed of stones
Messenger of funerary dreams,
carrier of this plague of grieves
Alone and lost, she no longer belongs to this world
She awaits me, she awaits for me
The darkest hour and its frightful silence,
define this narrow path that leads me to her
Leaving the sun behind,
entering in a world of ashes
Throne of sorrow, forgotten
Innocence in althar of mud
Soul of dreadful rest, forbidden
In the arms of a mother named death
In the black breast of her grave,
dumb before the drenched throne
Forsaken flower, dethroned of her light
Lost in the eyes of the crows
Hold me in your arms, as the night embraces the light
Bury your hands in the depths of this silent sorrow
Her breath in the woods resounds,
empire of desecrated graves
Under silvery tears of the moon,
among creatures devouring the night
Alone and lost, she is the tyrant of this world
She is around me
She, my Queen of sorrow
