| Since a long time I? ve visited those old dungeons |
| I spilled the first blood in the depth |
| In the darkness of the forest? s maze |
| I found her, morbid beauty |
| I used to spend whole days |
| In the mystic places of Delduwath |
| There, where the light of the fullmoon |
| Fell as the dying sun |
| The wolf? s howling was lulling to sleep |
| My young soul… |
| How beautiful were the views of nocturnal land |
| How wonderful was the life in complete solitude |
| Away from villages and towns, mentions and palaces |
| The last moments give birth to memories in me |
| Who was that beauty, majestic and great |
| What were those views, beautiful gilded by leaves |
| Which were hiding behind them so many mystic wefts |
| They stole my solitude and independence |
| I lie crushed by the chains in a wet cell, bleeding |
| I am waiting for mother, the last hope, death |
| Let the died out fire awake in me, let it awake Aldaron |
| Black gusts of dust covered my divine person with their arms |
| The gates of nature for ages dead, opened themselves |
| tears of soil filled green valley |
| Naked Carpathian mountains denuded its might |
| Rights which created this world |
| With fury strike heaven, pearly gates |
| The dark powers of nature unleashed veritable war |
| The last breaths of sun falling onto the snow |
| Turned into scream of a dying light… |