three times the eclipse before she lays her soul to rest channelling the darkness of many nights all this was once her dream see and feel the blackened blade of revenge cold white towering mountains the passage to the land of phantoms deep forlorn woods where the gleam of neither light or bliss reach the castle lies in the mist between the mountain and marshes throughout the last centuries have the moonshine enlightened her coffin black soul of the hunter the hungering thirst the enchantress of the night the hungering thirst evil devour its soul since the medieval times have your shadow haunted 