Original lyrics
ENA landscape of tombs,
Bearing forests and caves.
Damp is the soil in this silent place,
As i come closer graves appear from the fog.
Black clouds hide away the sun,
The wind sends chill and the moon appears.
Far off, in the distance,
I hear wolves baying.
Creatures of the night,
That smell my blood.
The screaming gets louder,
And i see their eyes.
I run to my grave
