You're roaming about the winter nights deep in the snow- covered Forests, awaiting is reply. You're searching yourself and someone, who lives inside you And howling! The graves among the trees are so greatly sad, they are the homes of the Sorrow- stricken dead. Your way among the planes is the tunnel of darkness, which is Waiting for you. Fog falls slowly, everything is obscured, winds blow through the world. You're wrapped up in cold, black silence the valley of deepness. Sun burns black you're filled with frosty emotions. Vale of tears Has opened the gate. Night has fallen for evermore, the stars deep their blackened eyes on The decline of the light in the sight of Satan. That's you who live inside your mind and hide her behind the trees In the west, away from the living and feelings.