The Slave of Forgotten Graves

Slicing through the darkness, reflected by the moon
The silver lonely ray of light fall to the ancient tombs
Mysterious the tombstone, which lie on the damp earth
It covers by the falling leaves, fell soft wind from the north
I hear the voice of forest which tells me to go away
From that's place, because if I decide to stay
I will meet my death become the slave
The slave of this forgotten graves

I want to go back, but something holds me
The osiers weaves around my neck
Thorns cut me, when I try to free
Blood drops fall to the little crack

I hear the voice of forest which tells me to go away
Brom that's place, because if I decide to stay
I will meet my death become the slave
The slave of this forgotten graves

I want to go back, but something holds me
The osiers weaves around my neck
Thorns cut me, when I try to free
Blood drops fall to the little crack
I hear the voice of forest which tells me to go away
From that's place, because if I decide to stay
I will meet my death become the slave
The slave of this forgotten graves

Forget everything I saw
Lose everything I found