Listen to the murmur,
Listen to the wind,
Listen to the rustle.
It's the whisper of the mighty forest,
Followed by the mountain king.
The cold of my suffering burns my tears,
Surrounding me with gloomy voices,
While the fog of the winter moon,
Hides my sorrow,
In total misanthropy.
Let the energy burn your soul,
Let the wisdom surround you like the wind.
Conquering the eternal wisdom,
With the darkness of the skies,
Conquering the energy of the night.
We creatures of black soul,
Let your pain unfold,
And the darkness in you will be born.