Shrivel like the cold mist, fade into the night
Wailing winds shall carry you, beyond the mountain's height
Out into the barren lands, where desolation reigns
Never return to hallowed grounds, break your spectral chains
Empty now, the barrow stands, a relic of the past
Lost and forgotten, be your name, in shadows long and vast
Darker than the darkness, where light dares not to tread
Gates shut forevermore, where silence speaks of dread
In the land where sorrow lingers, where the world lies still
May your spirit find its end, beneath the shadowed hill
Till the world is mended, till the light returns
May your presence be no more, as cursed darkness burns