Nostalgia - Carpathian Forest

From the ashes he returns

Through the seal of the dark

He looks upon the enchanting moon

His lips are dry

And crave for human blood

Through all centuries

We see the horizon clearly

Deep in our hearts

Under the shelter of a tree

It lives in the well of time

The ancient dread of non-existence

Close your eyes, it leads the way

(To the) Treasure throne of memories

This is the emptiness

This is life

Make a final sign

(And) Leave the world behind