It Was A Frozen Swamp Where Wandered Some

Malicious Spirit

There Was A Funebre Atmosphere And Putrid

Smell Of Sulphur

In The Obscurity We Could Make Out Some

Transparent Silouettes

We Were On The Shadowy Realm That Some Persons

Called Ghostwood



Suddenly Through The Thick Fog

We Begun To Hear A Strange Macabre Serenade

The Lugubrious Choirs Of The Forsaken Cursed Spirits

"Don't Listen To The Chants Of The Soul In Sorrow

They're Like A Trap To Take You Away From Your Path"



The Voices Of The Ancient Warriors Became Oppressive

More And More Difficult To Resist In The Wood



We Tried To Put Our Fingers In Our Ears But It

Was Effectless

So, We Took A Piece Of Ice And Plunged It Into

Our Ears To Cut Out Eardrums

Then, We Were Rid Of The Spirit's Hold, Free Of

Their Harassment

Deafness Was The Price To Pay

Deafness Was The Key

Deafness Was The Key To Go Out Of The Haunted

Domain Of Ghostwood



Suddenly, Through The Thick Fog; We Were Alone

We Were Alone With An Eternal Silence