I walk through the bare woods on the path of the Eternal Frost, The moonlight is covered by the threatining clouds… The frozen lake cries from the deep inside Here in my mind there’s Supreme Torment, and visions of Death I hear cold mountains calling my name, The last autumnal flower is withered forever Sorrounded by Southern Shadows Bloody rivers flow like tears of pain… I raise my arms to the majestic sky, Here was born my hate