- WANDERING SOULS -

In the depths of mystical ages
When the full moon shows its
Pale bright for the dying spirits
The void take its place and all
of the restless souls start to crowd

A reunion that cross time and flesh
Infinite pleasures and ancient devotion
Invade the darkest minds for all to see
Celebration of times and anchanting whispers
Make all the souls bleed an cry

The march starts through
Unconcious dreams
The wandering souls march to nowhere
They come from obscurity and
they'll have no place for rest

No light in their eyes
They march with infinite delight
Bleeding, suffering
(They) Will walk through the shadows of twlilight