These fields are damned
Ominous aura reigns
Countless souls dwell
Trying to abscond
These lands witnessed so much abhorrent acts
That no seed can flourish
Or a worm to hatch in its soil
Here, angels ceased to exist
And god left a long time ago
-In these fields
Rain freezes when it reaches the ground
No sun to shine
Or a breeze to blow
No birds to soar
Or wolves to howl
Flesh vanish
And bones turns into ashes
Ô Son, Ô wanderer, hear my chants
Answer my calls
Come to me
Embrace your weakness
These are the lugubrious fields
This is where my rule begins