Elven fortress. rigor mortis Slowly drawn to sleep Wait until the reaper comes Wait till eternity Realms that lead into abyss Hidden and shrouded in the mist One look in the reapers veil Bones exposed, white and pale Down into the realms of death Hear the silent shadow screams Feel the cold mourns winter breath You slaughter in your dreams Chaos bloodshed, on my deathbed To my black misery My life is up, my time has come My soul is burning in fire