Lonley as the autumn evening Flowing on its last days A wanderer of long-past wisdom Facing his last conflict Met the time of withering Destiny, towards
[Lyrics by Galder] Death in its purest form Welcome to the sacrificed world Those beneath the holy ground Buried in the dirt of the mortal's sin Just
A being of evil nature son of deaths creator I am the one you fear the master of your despair Raised under satans spell inspired by the judgement bells
: Lonley as the autumn evening Flowing on its last days A wanderer of long-past wisdom Facing his last conflict Met the time of withering Destiny, towards