River of Salvation (The Tree of Life and Death)

Through the winding forest

Where the bodies of disillusioned

Peasants lay in the catacombs

Gothic oakwood may once again take

Its real form and grasp for your soul

As the night falls green turns to the colour

Which brings forth the eternal rest

Reach forth and separate the mystical branch

As the moon is surpassed by a blanket

Of unholy clouds and echoed shrieks

Ambience of the dark evolves from beyond

The divine nightshade, faraway from the forest

The souls of the dead travel beneath the earth's soil

To arrive at the tree of life and death

Now a disoriented monk

Banished from the order

Finds solace within the cold

Surroundings of the untouched ground

The secrets are revealed to him

It is he who commands the living

The dead... the dead...