Lletres: Mortiis. En Mork Horisont.

English translate: Reflections Of Horizont's Dark

In all the candles that I burn,
I see the formations of horizons dark.
And in my mind hear voices cry, so sad.
Behind the forests (what do they hide?).

In my nightmares I can see what they hide.
So evil, this place feels familiar in some way.
It feels right.