Those who live in the cold and dump realm
Those who live in misanthropy of the soul
They have worn the symbols of hate,
Friendly night supports them!

They scream their creed!
Their hymn shrieks!

Loud silence surrounds them
Few shade-surrounded light beside'em
Their mind only reaches for plans of revenge:
"They shall pay, punished for their deeds!"

By achieving this long and fascinating path
Shadows can withdraw in the woods
Frozen and confused, amongst branches and trees
Forever surrounding and screening them

They'll be called, they'll invoked by many
They'll reply by the nature's consent
Those who'll fear and hate them
They will be punished with no mercy!