Pagan Fire

Lost, alone in the crypts of mourning

deep under a moutian of sorrows

Cold flames of melancholy

tearing inside of me.

Taste the bitterness

and feel the strength in pain.

So deep, so dark, so real

filling all my veins.

Wandering souls meant as one,

roaming around (illusoin is) gone

Searching in my mind

But calm is not to find.

Come with me,

Follow me in my search for three

Fall with me through eons of despair,

to the sound of a million divine choirs.

Frustration leads my soul

to the desert of confusion.

Captured in a world formed by myself.

Cold flames of melancholy

tearing inside of me.

Taste the bitterness

and feel the strenght in pain.