Thousands of ghosts
Drift with the waves
The Ocean, a mirror
For the silver Moon

Some of them are older
Than a man’s life
Than a man’s life
They appear tattered and torn
Almost mortal
Chained, helpless

Gathering of souls, solemn
Wrap around me
Like a wall of despair
Like a wall of despair

Hollow empty eyes
Dried bones of the abbey
Harrowing manes

The stone walls fed by other lives
Bleed a slow poison
Freezing my soul

Close your heart to them
Close your heart to them
Those who speak the language of the Dead
Will join them in misery
On the other side

Gathering of souls
Wrap around me
Like a wall of despair, despair

Murmur and sigh
Laments from their just dead hearts
Ghosts in agony
Mourning for themselves
Watch powerless their beloved

Lonely place, cold and bare
Lonely place, sortilèges
Ashen wraith, grieve and stare
Ashen wraith, grieve and stare

Lonely place, cold and bare
Lonely place, sortilèges
Ashen wraith, sortilèges