Remote Spirit of the Past کے بول

Many years ago this spirit walikg in this lands The old ghost, cold spirit A dark forest is the perfect place to roam The other world, where the dead abit Darkness and silence, what a perfect place this purgatory The spectral world of darkness, Where the ancient spirit has abit for thousands of years Let him roam around Let he haunt Let him torment In this place useless feelings of human beings Don't matter The terror of death is the curse on the living Those who wish to haunt Many years ago we lived among the cursed souls, Accept this haunt Tormented spirits, Killed in unfair ways, Horror and terror The other world, where the dead abit, Darkness and silence, what a perfect place this purgatory The spectral world of darkness, Where the ancient spirit has abit for thousands of years