Dark old fumes and rituals
To clean the pain of my soul
With fire and hate
That burn my skull in their dance
Sacred death and sacred oblivion
Will cover us, horrid mantle
Wandering
Across the mountains of madness
The fog and the wind
Are witnesses, of our dark decay
There upon the dark river
That flows, and broughts us
To the green swamps
That will swallow our dreams
For centuries
Corpses and ashes
Cover the fields
Wails and regrets
Of vengeance and agony
The wind howls
Through the mountains of madness
Roaring, shakes my being
Stronger my will
Weaker than ever my life
Death shall come
As it was written
It was deserved
With fire and hate
That burn my skull in their dance