Since a long time I’ve visited those old dungeons   I spilled the first blood in the depth   In the darkness of the forest’s maze   I found her, morbid beauty   I used to spend whole days   In the mystic places of Delduwath   There, where the light of the halfmoon   Fell as the dying sun   The wolf’s howling was lulling to sleep   My young soul...   How beautiful were the views of nocturnal land   How wonderful was the life in complete solitude   Away from villages and towns, mansions and palaces   The last moments give birth to memories in me   Who was that beauty, majestic and great   What were those views, beautifully gilded by leaves   Which were hiding behind them so many mystic wefts   They stole my solitude and independence   I lie crushed by the chains in a wet cell, bleeding   I am awaiting for mother, the last hope, death   Let the died out fire away in me, let it awake Aldaron   Black gusts of dust covered my divine person with their arms   The gates of nature for ages dead, opened themselves   Tears of soil filled the green valleys   Naked Carpathian mountains denudated its might   Rights which created this world   With fury strike heaven, pearly gates   The dark powers of nature unleashed veritable war   The last breaths of sun falling onto the snow   Turned into the scream of the dying light...