Night of the black sorrowfull moaning winds blowing
Through these melancholic woods how I feel so dead here
Sad and cold as I hear crypt sounds of moan
Only thought of sorrow bring me down to the pits of bottomless black
In this endless extreme tomb of weeping sadness
I am embraced by the cosmic force of night
Pain dooming... death coming...
Shadows of misery are casted by
The fullmoon light and stars of hellfire shine
Feeling the weak and enshrouded, shall I remain in grieving
Pain surrounded by lone
Death I seek in solitary as I begin to hear the voices of melancholic doom
Suicide in lonesome lands of endless
Sadness burns within my final thought of shun
Moan bleeding... die weeping...
Dying alone in the woodlands isolated
In my empire of solitary death
Total sadness, total darkness, total coldness, total pain
Satan I invoke you with my death under the black sky of night
Dean, dead, satan I am dead...