I have seen a sunset reflected  On the lakelet's jet mirror  I have felt the nightbreath storming strong  The moon dressed in a mantle of fog watching over  The secret untouched into the black waters' silence    Land of somber inheritance  Land of spectral warriors as they proudly lived  Robed with ensigns of war and death  Dwellers of the coldness engaging in battle    I have walked among the vast summits crowned in mist  I have heard sentinel wolves howling  At the snow-covered crests  Spots of white moors bring ancestral remembrances  - Visions erst that I do dream beneath the old trees -    Land of somber inheritance  Land of spectral warriors as they proudly lived  Robed with ensigns of war and death  Dwellers of the coldness engaging in battle    Time draws near  To extend our hands over the sacred stones  And summon the ancient spirits    I step down desolated ravines  Through the valleys swallowed by darkness    Underneath the violet lights of a new form dawn  Lakelet lies asleep until the midnight baptisms    Black lakelet: -  A gate to the death's realm profound  A duct right towards hell