The silent willows keep the ancient stone



hidden behind that cryptic door



Rituals of terror quake all the ghostland

the bloody line now paints the cold floor

The evil pages are almost written

with the dark poison of flesh and bones

Fire is raining on the grey mountains

Waters are waiting for the last oath

The way is open... now they are coming

called by the blasphemous words of the lord



...and finally the violent waves announce their arrival



and blood will soon be painting the beloved lamenting



ocean...



The way is open... now they are coming



called by the words... the words of the lord



Ethereal harmonies spread through all the air...



the unreal calm before Elnor's end...