作曲 : Kenttäkumpu, Palmén ...
The stars grow dim
In their places
And the moon turns pale
Before me
Veils are blown
Across its flame
Demons approach the circumference
Of my sanctuary
A wind has risen
The dark water stirs
And they like the dark places best
For their god is a lying lord
Strange lines appear carved on my door
The light from the window
Grows increasingly dim
At death's door
You will find your redemption
And there will
Always remain a black earth
Helvete