Tonight I mourn the loss of heart and soul The path is taken, The curse received Dark and barren in the winter night Shadows move along the tree line A life is cleansed in blood Cleansed by these guilt hands Purged in a hollow soul Scorched and punished At the harbor I waited Kept an eye on the Baltic Sea Across these eastern waters a country of filth and dirt He emerged from the forest, how did he know? I damn this forsaken land Still the moon is looming low