...The autumn is arrived, All the forest's trees seems as burned skeleton on the night. The rain fall from the moon full of desperation
on this time of deep melancholy,I have to wander, to seek my body
that's falled on the heretical's chasm..
I am my soul,this sad autumnal wood will be my grave.
I'm near the place of death, I feel my body that suffer its eternal pain, With dismal light of moon all seems without life.
burned trees embrace my soul, The rain fall here and wash all blood,
But you can hear my bloody mouth that screams and crys its tormented pain.

What a horrible vision, must to see my eyes Looking at my corpse,
I understand what I felt Picking up my body I want to be buried
far away from the consecrated earth, The sky's turning black
nature shows its power to honour my unholy death, Shouting to the sky
cursing the god of weak.
I fill my soul of hate, My dust will remain here among this skeletal wood, where mourning and sadness reign..