Hazy prospects, londing for established order   The valleys are calling, fallen into oblivion   To reign and flourish at own environs   No settled conceptions, defined to earthly criteria      Shrouded in mystery, considering the return   To the depths, where the quick won't be allowed   Taken possession of souls and lost spirits   The evil task is fulfilled, needless to prolong the stay      Satisfied, the return has begun   To the valleys, the foretold shelter of evil   Assigned by the inexplicable symptoms   Roaming through the vast darkness      Searching, groping after the hidden passage   Despairing yet resolute   Longing for established order   To reign and flourish at own environs      Actuated by the intuition of beasts   Guided by the commission of evil   Now disappearing back into eternity   A release and relief for the terrestrial life      Back into eternity ...