Yvel a kingdom of lost souls
lost in the dust and the rain
tortoured by Scotias hands
city of traitors of pain
Deep inside our memories
this village was a home of pride
but when Scotias forces crossed the land
they took away the light
the four seasons changed to one
the sun was urged to disappear
the white kingdom thrown to darkness
rain forever pure and clear
When the hour fades to midnight
evil creatures make their way
through the streets of Yvel where the life
is ceasing to exist
Down on bended knees I pray
for courage and my aim
never seen so hopeless places
but the sorrow should remain
