Tonight I mourn the loss of heart and soulnThe path takennThe curse recievednDark and barren is the winter nightnShadows move along the tree linenA life cleansed in bloodnCleansed by these guilty handsnPurged in a hollow soulnScorched and punishednAt the harbour I waitednKept an eye on the Baltic SeanAcross these eastern waters a country of filth and dirtnHe emerged from the forest, how did he know?nI damn this forsaken landnStill the moon is looming low