Whispers of the deepA hollow in the windThe mourning, of divine essenceThe hail of DeathIlluminating all GravesRebirth after, The final stage of decayI hold the dreams of lifeThe Ghost of night, a tremble we callAngel of death, A darkness fallsThe roots of stave, buried so deepThe Mourning, is beneath your feetGive me the path that leads homeGive me the knowledge to growI haunt the dreams of life