through the winding forest where the bodies of disillusioned peasants

lay in frozen

catacombs, gothic oakwood may once again take its real form and grasp

for your soul, as the



night falls, green turns to

the colour which brings forth the eternal rest, reach forth and separate

the mystical branch



as the moon is surpassed

by a blanket of unholy cloud and echoed shrieks, ambience of the dark

evolves from beyond



the divine nightshade,

faraway from the forest, the souls of the dead travel beneath the earths

soil to arrive at



the tree of life and death, now a

disoriented monk banished from teh order finds solace within the cold

surroundings of the



untouched ground, the

secrets are revealed to him, it is he who commands the living, the dead

- The dead