The blood moon shines on the snowy cemetery. You hear the witches chant to the great goddess. The light of the full moon splashes on the graves. Hear the ancestors call our names, call our names.
By the North, East, South and West. We hear the gods, who know no rest. We feel the power, we feel the strength.
Magic is in the night, the magic is not always light. We feel the dark cold-blooded moon. See it shining on the tombs.
It tears open your wounds, and rips out your soul.
The blood moon shines. Witches Chant. Fear no more. Witches chant.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.