Darkness lies upon the whole land.
All light is far away.
I walk through road’s dust and sand.
Little whispers come their way.
Telling stories of friends and enemies,
of light and darkness.
Stories of blame and release
awakening madness.
CHORUS I:
And I walk along this road,
sunk in my confused thoughts,
concerning the elder days
and dark memories.
These whispers have rushed my mind.
They blur reality.
I leave all my senses behind.
Remain insanity.
I look through cold hate and pain
like a red curtain.
No resistance to maintain
rage rushes in my veins.
CHORUS II:
And I run through these areas,
caught in all-day nightmares.
No remains from elder days,
but dark memories.
Faint light announce the cold dawn.
It’s getting windy.
My rage grows from breeze to storm
and endless fury.
And I storm into this last fight
with the will to crush.
With every further swordstrike
I get in blood rush.
CHORUS III:
And I race around the land,
swing my sword with strongest hand
to fulfill my destiny,
my dark memories.
CHORUS IV:
And I lay here on the ground,
only death around.
All my enemies,
my dark memories.
