Ook in Duitsland was het mistig dit weekend. De tekst is van Daemonheim, eveneens Duits.

Surrounded by the trees of mother Gaia
On a path of pure blackness
In the shades of misty shadows
An experience of my lost rashness

Wandering past the mighty lake deep in the forest
Embraced by a wooden eclipse
An evil spirit towards every footstep on wet ground
The rotten memory lament for the hunt of its sad existence
Their death is my loss of hope for an end

A sorrow struggles in my veins !!!

The moon rises upon my decaying body
In the womb of mother nature
The spell of grief forever in my heart
Held by the trees in midnight's strange force
Caused by strength of hate
Eternal hatred of its hunters

I devote my soul for my misty forest
I protect it 'til end of time
I keep their sad memory of mystical darkness
I chase the hunters and damn their souls to atone for sins
I speak the everlasting word of destruction for thy existence

My grimness is thy fall !!!