The ghostly figure with colorless skin
I am no enemy, I am no ghoul
Like gelded by lightning, her halo of light
Scintillating over them
Follow my lead through the mountains of glass
Do not be afraid of the valley of doom
With ivory clouds and its silvery sky
Thousand raptures beyond thought
A velvety flower with black thorns and leaves
Shaped like a flaming heart, elegant like a lark
Bowing before the wolves and Caroline
Greeting and thanking for their arrival
A colossal massive gate of steel and rotten wood
Rattlesnakes and giant bugs
And so, the ghostly figure muttered at a monolith
Opening the gate
Giant moths, dirt, and dust inside the darkened hall
A freezing wind is blowing snow
Several mirrors reflecting the trail
And the echo of a waterdrop
Hundreds of golems with tendrils and leaves
Slaves of their nature they rise
Five-meter creatures with wings made of grass
In unison they roared the scripts of the dead