Tonight I mourn the loss of heart and soul

The path is taken, The curse received
Dark and barren in the winter night
Shadows move along the tree line

A life is cleansed in blood
Cleansed by these guilt hands
Purged in a hollow soul
Scorched and punished

At the harbor I waited
Kept an eye on the Baltic Sea
Across these eastern waters a country of filth and dirt
He emerged from the forest, how did he know? I damn this forsaken land
Still the moon is looming low