Cold Winter Dusk, walking between the mist
I cross paths and ways under my candlelight.
As I arrive at my dwelling, I see them above it,
Black ravenstake off, a bad omen comes with me.
Day after day I see them, with their never-ending flight.
Sad howling wolfs also begun to resound.
I know what my destiny is, dead omen surrounds me,
My last travel will soon start.
Three days in a role, dog andwolf howls
Confirm my tears and announce my end.
In know that soon I´ll die, and there´s nothing
I can do
Unless prepare myself for eternal rest.
I feel weak, tired and feeble,
A strong stench of wax announces their presence,
They come to give me the candle that soon they´ll take
And I´m lying, waiting my end.
Dawn has arrived, black ravens take off,
Guiding my soul in it's last travel.
When black ravens take off, announce my end,
When black ravens take off, I´ll be dead.
