She's in all around you Trying to bring you to the obscure Invading your mind and you can't tell She wants you, rotten or not You're imprisoned all over And your mind slowly darkens In her black shroud you will rot Now death possesses you and dominates your body Your soul roams among The gods of torment Where lost demons are also roaming Silchard possesses your fearful soul Now you are evil! Bringing the obscure Malignant incubator Dominating souls Searching for rottenness To the living world Silchard returns He needs to consume rotten stuff Incubating in purulent corpses And emanating his sickly forces to nowhere...