Testo di Accursed

In damp mornig sunny beams illuminating faces. They are not humans from flesh and skull They don´t seem life. But taste for blood, fear and pain bodies without souls meander in earthly feud. Calm which was taken less faith of gods taken with others. Under legs dust, will die all everywhere. Wood, it´s accursed forever, Alas them, who will walk-in in dark land, droved with death.