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When the dark moon rises on the horizon

Desolate landscapes and valleys appear

Where the shadows reign and the darkness prevails

Tortuous throats and sinister caves

Where the wolfs howls

Thousand of spirits

Madness for suffering

Darkness of agony

That martyrdom them

In the winter sorrow

Contemplates only forest

Where the air is weighed

Suffocating and frozen

In the winter sorrow

The clarity of sun no inhabit

Everything in this ambit

Is marked by darkness

Thousand of spirits

Madness for suffering

Darkness of agony

That martyrdom them

Winter sorrow

Evening by treating fogs

Winter sorrow

Perpetual storms

Winter sorrow

Inhabit the pain that nothing consoles

Winter sorrow

The suffering that nothing amenity

There isn't sky, there isn't sun

There isn't peace, there isn't truce

There isn't light, there isn't hope

There isn't colors, there isn't life

Thousand of spirits

Madness for suffering

Darkness of agony

That martyrdom them

The majesty of the sorrow

Dominates the all winter

The tragedy without dew of hope