Letras
The frozen days in the heart of the forest
We are told from the old man
How (he) lives in the dark of his mind
Plagued by fears and shadows
From his past...
Pagan fog... the infernal winter
Pagan fog... the infernal fear
He prepared from the ritual of the moon
Before the fog invades his soul
Clinging to his beliefs
The old man prepares to survive
Or be ready to die
Pagan fog... the infernal winter
Pagan fog... the infernal fear
The wind whispers... my name
The moon calls for me... to the grave
No miracles
Together won't see the sun
The moon sets long ago
Reign of pagan fog
No... don't you know
Skeletal season comes
The wind whispers my name
In skeptic pain... oh
At night by spirits from the past
The fog calls me from the other side
And the old man prepares to die
The end is to come and then
The eternal peace reigns in the forest
Of the ancestral old man...
Resurrection god from behind
Someone scream but no one hear it!
What you looking for, from behind
Whit no reason for the killing...