Lyrics:

Through the winding forest where the bodies of
Disillusioned peasants lay in the catacombs
Gothic oakwood may once again take its real form
And grasp for Your soul
As the night falls
Green turns to the colour which brings forth the eternal rest
Reach forth and separate the mystical branch
As the moon is surpassed by a blanket of unholy cloud
And echoed shrieks
Ambience of the dark evolves from beyond the divine nightshade
Faraway from the forest
The souls of the dead travel beneath the earths soil to arrive
At the tree of life and death
Now a disoriented monk banished from the order finds solace
Within the cold surroundings of the untouched ground
The secrets are revealed to him
It is who commands the living
The dead - The dead