Whispers of the deep
A hollow in the wind
The mourning, of divine essence
The hail of Death
Illuminating all Graves
Rebirth after, The final stage of decay
I hold the dreams of life
The Ghost of night, a tremble we call
Angel of death, A darkness falls
The roots of stave, buried so deep
The Mourning, is beneath your feet
Give me the path that leads home
Give me the knowledge to grow
I haunt the dreams of life