Weak, grim and cold
The mountains all around me are crying
Eternal snow, for frozen crowns
The last rays of the dying Sun, disappearing
Up there on the highs, the wind of death blows
The wolf pack is escorting the journey
Howling loudly to the freezing full Moon

Dusk is my leading light
When my time has come to die
Bats embracing my soul
When my time has come to die

Here is in this place trapped by time
Between old and forgotten castle walls
Solitarily wandering among dust
Surrounded by the whispers of antic souls
I walk among hidden graveyards
As a curtain falling on a final act
There lay my legacy teared by mankind
Cold, dark and silent in the majestic darkness

I lose my empty gaze
Over the landscape
Waiting solemnly
The blessing arrival
I hear the breaking sound
Very close but far
The howls of the wolves
My loyal nocturnal servants

When my time has come to die
When my time has come to die

Weak, grim and cold
I stand behind the icing window
But in the courtyard
I see a black shadow
Now trapped inside my hands