Last sunset,
I'll walk from the pit to forgotten valley
As I light the black candle,
silently wolves are crying their sorrow

I enter myself -
here the sun no longer rises
I search myself -
spiritless from the cryptic storm

I can hear the symphony,
sad songs of the dying ones
I can hear the symphony,
symphony of the dying swans

In darkened copse,
are whispering shadows
From the blackened forest,
reflecting my time

From the depth of the twilight
she could see me come
To walk the endless path alone
Forever I'll fade under the frozen moon

The candle has burned
I WAS NEVER HERE!