Remote Spirit of the Past

Many years ago this spirit walikg in this lands
The old ghost, cold spirit
A dark forest is the perfect place to roam

The other world, where the dead abit
Darkness and silence, what a perfect place this purgatory
The spectral world of darkness,
Where the ancient spirit has abit for thousands of years

Let him roam around
Let he haunt
Let him torment

In this place useless feelings of human beings
Don't matter
The terror of death is the curse on the living

Those who wish to haunt

Many years ago we lived among the cursed souls,
Accept this haunt
Tormented spirits,
Killed in unfair ways,
Horror and terror

The other world, where the dead abit,
Darkness and silence, what a perfect place this purgatory

The spectral world of darkness,
Where the ancient spirit has abit for thousands of years