Through a dark and desolate valley he walks Pale, flickering fires light the way Along an ice cold river lies his path The sky is of darkest grey A cold wind pierce through his bones And the sharp rocks cut his feet His clothes and skin are ripped by thorns His eyes appear to bleed" The land is dead and dry The water is poisonous Unknown creatures howling to the sky Blood chilling and ravenous The air is thick and dense A smell of rotting flesh Every breath is like one thousand knives Cutting through his chest Black birds of prey circle the sky He hears the shadows moan He sees pale faces pass him by But he walks this path alone Darkness fills his heart with chilling fear A nameless fear he cannot quell How did he ever end up here? This place where death seems to dwell He repeats the question in his weary mind The riddle gives him no rest Yet he knows the answer deep inside He's been touched by the chill of death Enchanting voices urge him on Through he wants to turn around They sing to him with soothing words A chilling, frighting sound A cold blue light shimmer ahead Where a mountain reaches for the sky Nidafiell, mountain of the dead Terrifying it's might He approach the gates his heart is cold He understands all to well She awaits him The truth unfolds He's been sent to Nifelhel