Into the Mist of Memories

Barren stretch of heath
A mist as thick as milk
The stench of burnt flesh
Overpowering the smell of stone and timber

My woven hands upon my breast
At night I awake to fulfill my quest
I cannot rest, I cannot die
In straight and shiny woods I cry

At night I awake from the boundless death
To take revenge and devour your flesh
Slowly I wander through the weed
And follow the light
Follow the light of the freezing Moon
Barefoot I roam the woodland floor
An ominous fog shapes a ring
My presence is now bound

I cannot rest, I cannot die
In straight and shiny woods I cry

Mark my words
My presence is now bound
Is now bound

Persecution, execution, torture and flames
An era of fire and death
Mark my words
Mark my words
When night consumes your precious light
I will find you, blood-soaked and dying
I release your soul into the mist of memories with me