Tekster:
Carpathian Forest Strange Old Brew

The trail I walk is haunted By his blinding light Somewhere Down there For eternities undefeated Unwanted Untouched The evil incarnate The cloak of

In this house that I built Of cold emotions Through years of oppression The suffering which I obey An unbearable suffering The rope The strangulations

you were all gone Losers of faith Grievers of the heart All the purity of sin Inner strength To die for a cause A martyr's death An old conscience Cleansed

mayhem have returned To the infernal land of the forest The return Dark is the shadow of the reaper His cold embrace of melancholy Illuminated are the old