Letra de Black Moorland
(Arkhorrl, 2006. Nov.)

Rounded by death, embraced by fate
thoughts enshrouded in fog
old trees wreathened with gray mist
old things, forgetten in the bog

the black moor, home of the weird sisters
pestilential carcass of roamers
fey roaring, a land fated to fail
silhouette of silhouettes

black moor, land of gloom