in the land of the mountains of trees,
there is seen a zadule running to escape.
Fleeing towards the dismal dark...dark!
Come closer and see, stare at the blackish mirror.
The call is deep beyond the dusky shades,
where you follow your eyes, where you follow the sign.
while the shreak is near,
while mired in fear.
Emptiness splits the sky and touches the silent leafs!
Descent to the waters,
in the land of the mountains of trees!
- Hora Ruid
- Follow the Calls for Batt..
- In the Land of the Mounta..
- The Resentful Wanderer
- Our Glorious Presence
- Pestilential Deathride
- Towards Berzenelon