Cold!

in the haze mist, I step alone

Without deity's declare, without pray

innermost thorn, hiding back into abysin

Have no direction, have no aim

the medal which belongs to me is coming

drak death, just in frontage
[From: http://www.elyrics.net ]

comether walling, red lips in the darkness

enwinding my loneliness

tearing, never end

the best end-up is die out

actually i lose in this forest

it's nigritude