Høstbrisen blir til storm,
Skogen er sort.
Forhekset av mørket,
Går du deg bort.

Du går deg vill,
I en natt tung av regn.
Dypt mellom trærne,
Et svakt, rødt tegn.

Skogen er kald,
Skogen er svær.
Du finner deg selv,
I en sirkel av trær.

I lysningen glir,
Skikkelser forbi.
I høsten våte, kalde storm,
For å se din verdi.

I hodet en storm,
Som alltid skal flomme.
En soloppgang,
Som aldri skal komme.

Dagen blir knust,
Og for alltid like svart.
Som det eneste bestående,
Den endeløse natt.

Silence is the key in this line of work,
With patience in the shadows we lurk.
To deliver our target to the other side,
Once marked then there's no use to hide.

Lurking - We lurk and gather hordes in black.
Observing - We observe you, ready to attack.
Killing - We gain strength from every life we spill.
Turn away - We disappear after our precise kill.

Sneaking in the dark like filthy snakes,
The job gets done whatever it takes.
Victims walk around with an unseen tail,
Then we strike and we never fail.

Lurking - We lurk and gather hordes in black.
Observing - We observe you, ready to attack.
Killing - We gain strength from every life we spill.
Turn away - We disappear after our precise kill.

Watching and setting a trap,
Striking fast, we observe your every move,
Stabbing you in the back,
You feel your life slip away,
In the dark the glowing light disappear.

In the dark we disappear.