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Oh, soil, tell me your story

Of your journey to the land of the dead

To your house of demise

Let me herald your will

A voice through the wasteland

Through forests' silence unbroken

A whisper 'midst white waters' roar

Tells a story of long forgotten shores

Words break, words bind

Divinities' design

Resound through tales

In the hearts of men

Voiceless I stand in the wasteland

As the forests' shadow falls

A whisper 'midst white waters' roar

Along the long forgotten shores

Turn my gaze, the shades in my eyes

The dust in my soul

My cold hand, a touch on the skin of the earth

It bears the scythe of fate

Turn my gaze, the shades in my eyes (The shades in my eyes)

The dust in my soul

My cold hand, a touch on the skin of the earth (The skin of the earth)

It bears the scythe of fate