Lyrics:

these woods have been oh so dark.Darker than the blackest of storms,which drapes the dell in formless shadows.A thousand tears maiming cold,saturating an elder evil,A malice that has been here,For centuries of immutable frost!Lands of lore - Lands so unpureEven the sun's shafts of gold,shining with glorious fortitude,begin to shiver as they forgatherwith black storms of might.Roaming these lands underneath skies,their ghastly shades weeping in silence,a silence that has been saddenedby centuries of mine!Of all the trees which welcome me,one stands utmost grim.For this dying spirit grieves,Harkening,at perlious times gone by...Forlorne...Oh thus it stands utmost grim!
Darkened Nocturn Slaughtercult Centuries Of Mine