Silent shout in the night,
Heading through the deepest dark,
Aiming at a distant might,
Darkened by the demons mark.
Outside the human halls,
Where the shadows black song calls,
Every morning seems so cold,
Deep within the vale of old.
Deceased forest lies still there,
Extinct tribes with fate to share,
Laughing with a horrid smile,
Unable to break exile.
Suffering the black skys aid,
Icy minds are on the way,
Ordered merciless to fade:
Naked souls thats how decay...
Kazinczy Tamás