A road into shadows,
on through haunted meadows
A road so old, so dark,
the trail where the damned walk
As only darkness cares,
I choose to wander here
A time to evil be, as death awaits me ...
A road dark, where the damned walk
A road old, open arms to fold me
I recall the crossroads,
the junction of the ways
The misty morning fog,
when I chose my faith
As no one ever cared,
I chose to be all you fear
A time to evil be, damnation waits me ...
A road dark, where the damned walk
A road old, open arms to fold me