Solitary Death in the Nocturnal Woodlands - Inquisition

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…