The forests claim their gifts, surrounded by oblivion As the night spies on the ghost-lit torches Words remain unspoken Beneath the scarlet moon Bearing the mark of dreams To everlasting ends Steps above the horizon lies the trail to false truths Fires from a different world shout to the nearest distance Embodied of flesh and bone, spirit of no limits Transmigrate, infest the soul No longer enslaved Blinded by the will of god, so much for free will Vulgar temptations scale this towering wall of hate