When the sun exiles and the night fall
When the moon dance and the silence call
Beneath the stars, in the primeval wood
Vague silhouettes of a lantern light
For years and years, no one understood
Just another illusion of the night
Dom har alltid sett ljuset vandra
Naturens mysteri
Där lurar en urtidsmakt
Från markens okända symmetri
NO ONE KNOW WHEN IT'S BEGUN
THE SEARCH OF THE FALLEN ONE
MARCH OF THE DROWN MAN
HAUNTED CROFT HOLD THE MASTER PLAN
A QUEST TO MAKE THINGS UNDONE
OR IN SEARCH OF THE LOST SON
RETURN OF THE DROWN MAN
HAUNTED CROFTS HOLD THE MASTER PLAN
The can*l by the grove we observe
Scripts of the church unveil its past
The mystery will always preserve
For 300 years, how long will it last?