| The Forsaken Voices Of The Ghostwood's Shadowy Realm |
| | 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 silhouettes
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 to the call
They failed in the wood
They sang their damnation 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
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