Fields Of Howls

All human virtues
Falling on its faults
The deadly cold of the soul
Prostrated by darkness

Emotional Corrosion
Storms of cloudy thoughts
Decayed in cold breath
In the fields of howls
In bitterness
Pleasures blend with death
An age of darkness
I can't find myself

With these mortals eyes
I'm walking in vain
My enemies are gone
They die, burn forever
They die, but keep burning forever
In the fields of howls