Žodžiai dainai: Dark At Dawn. Baneful Skies. Silva Mea.

Down in this valley, lost and obscure
Rivers are peaceful and shallow
I came this way on a sunny, bright day
Confounded by traces I followed
Did they return or never die
Were they not touched by the years that went by
Once broken eyes with this mighty disguise
See what all wicked survived

Hide in the sunset -