Dantalion Cold Winter Dusk
Cold Winter Dusk, walking between the mist
I cross paths and ways under my candlelight.
As I arrive at my dwelling, I see them above it,
Black ravenstake off, a bad omen comes with me.
Day after day I see them, with their never-ending flight.
Sad howling wolfs also begun to resound.
I know what my destiny is, dead omen surrounds me,
my last travel will soon start.
Three days in a role, dog andwolf howls
confirm my tears and announce my end.
In know that soon I´ll die, and there´s nothing
I can do
unless prepare myself for eternal rest.
I feel weak, tired and feeble,
a strong stench of wax announces their presence,
they come to give me the candle that soon they´ll take
and I´m lying, waiting my end.
Dawn has arrived, black ravens take off,
guiding my soul in its last travel.
When black ravens take off, announce my end,
when black ravens take off, I´ll be dead.