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
