Here in this strange land we set out wandering,
Chasing shadows and vainglory,
Here, in the deep darkness of our imaginations,
We conceive monsters of evil and bring forth like maidens in long Labour.

Our land is polluted in an atmosphere of despair,
In evil shadows we lie awake at night having awoken by nightmares,
Eerie shrieked by monsters we spring up out of the deep black darkness within our beings.
The deep darkness within where no light dare shines.

The scary story that's told of this land,
Our name is a reminder of sorrow,
The nightmares that swept our dreams away.
The light of our days has ceased to shine,
For our light we put out so darkness can prevail.

We are the tears in our eyes,
The very songs of sorrow we sing in strange solemn.
The pain and agony that hunt our days continually.
Like roof of an house that keeps away sun, snow cold and evil wind,
So we lay evil above us like canopies,
We set traps of desolation beneath our feet,
And in the middle we gasp for breath.
There is no evil in our land we've not conceived.