Behind the veil
Of cold mists
Gate is open
Steps in that direction
With grimness in soul
Boundless night
In the heart
Mysterious trees
As they wait
In silent realm
In the embrace
Of their arms
Bodies of incoming
Will merge with the trunks
Behind the gate
Which is the entrance
Into the living darkness
Eternal being
At the place
Beyond the border of light
It's the only thing that's real
And the air saturated
With dense blackness
Is the blood in veins
Of crawling roots