From the fields once cleansed by rain  From the forests and lakes  From the hills standing sullen in silence  Which do know no human pain  Canst thou see sombre fog  Tricleth in thy slumberic reign  Fog curls in this place where  Crust covers earth's face on  Dusty shores of Styx  Mud and treasures mixed  Human made maze  Irksome, endless, sick  Fire  With no warmness  Gap filled up with reek  Lightless be all surrounds here  Never they all to be sunlit  This place is forever possessed by the fear  of morn sun to appear  Void will feed its malicious greed  Here the spawns of underworld  Beneath the mist so cold  Single pale spark of the life  Is extinguished by their will  They're self imprisoned in their cells  Self isolated graves  Where every graveworm treats itself  As the Midgards snake  Spark has ripped ashen cloth  Fog has swallowed it  Stoneclouds filled this bottomsky  Closed the stonecoffins lid  Covered creatures condemned by no doom  And the place of only gloom  Where's no sane seed to breed  Where even earth is waiting to die  Ghost of the city fades  From thy divine place  Here  Tentacles're left  Last spies of that mist  As remembrance  Of unbroken circle  Ugly in this eden  In the daylight's blaze.