Hazy prospects, londing for established order The valleys are calling, fallen into oblivion To reign and flourish at own environs No settled conceptions, defined to earthly criteria
Shrouded in mystery, considering the return To the depths, where the quick won't be allowed Taken possession of souls and lost spirits The evil task is fulfilled, needless to prolong the stay
Satisfied, the return has begun To the valleys, the foretold shelter of evil Assigned by the inexplicable symptoms Roaming through the vast darkness
Searching, groping after the hidden passage Despairing yet resolute Longing for established order To reign and flourish at own environs
Actuated by the intuition of beasts Guided by the commission of evil Now disappearing back into eternity A release and relief for the terrestrial life