Over the mountains, across the white veil By the frosty night and it's moon A soothing scent of freshly cut wood
Fangs shining, jaws roaring Eyes flashing, mist soaring Seven silhouettes appeared The wolves of Eearehn approaching near
In their eyes lies throbbing hate And in their story, a wilted fate Flickering with smoldering Taciturn mien, they besieged her
Silver eyes and silver fangs No fear she felt, no sign of stress A big white wolf approached at her Without a word it said
Marble colored fire we dream It burned our past and present too From castles of crystal and turrets of quartz
The archers of the white cross with arrows made of pearls Like owners of the fire, razing our land
We have been straying the woods for almost 7 years Wandering hearts in meandering paths Caroline, help us bring the thunder to our land Under the gloomy longing of our ailing souls
Crossing the dismal forest and the smothering Darkness and fog in which they were embraced The seven wolves and Caroline strode upon Frosty damped hopes and yellow gorses
Blazing fire Searing moon
So great yet tranquil is the nightfall in the woods Seventeen days they walked among their wilted dreams The sun dissolves and withers in these sour light O white light
Blazing fire
Ephemeral smiles and permanent catastrophes Caroline glimpsed a figure in the night And the still infinite figure dwelling secretive
O white light O dark night Ghostly wailsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
