Path of Doom

I remember a narrow path
Bounded by old graves
I have seen wailing mountains there
Which did not belong to me

I remember a narrow path
Bounded by old graves
I have seen wailing mountains there
Which did not belong to me
Path of doom
I know to have passed it without stopping my travel
I recall my grin, I smile to this dead-eye
Path of doom

I saw the mass of souls
And the shroud of the gravedigger
The treasure of the dead priests
And the bog of sacrifice

I saw the mass of souls
And the shroud of the gravedigger
The treasure of the dead priests
And the bog of sacrifice
Path of doom
As a captive in a convent