The water of the sacred lake beside me
Eerily glowing in the dusk of my life
My agony understood not by the sun,
Nor the moon
From the darkness I found my face
Shamans, my ancestors' bloodline
Have always come here to die
From beneath the waves they whisper to me
Of the secrets learned in d**h
With me I carry a stone
Hidden, forgotten and cursed
To the depths of woe
Like my forefathers before me
This world wasn't for them
To live, to breathe or to rule
They were drawn by a voice
Silent as darkness itself
That voice belongs to Satan
The silent master of my soul
In his footsteps I pa**
In to the watery graves