An old sorcerer, long ago : For eons, their scorn has slipped around the neck Of the sinners, killers and innocents Who were thought to disobey the divine laws of an absent god, Under the branches of a baleful black oak.
Accused of sorcery and blasphemy, they judged me in the hall. They pronounced my deadly fate . ''You'll die by the rope! The hangtree will be your final rest'' So be it! My vengeance will come soon!
Hear me souls of the hanged, calling you out with the rope at my neck. Release your hate and unite as one in the boughs of our death. When these jerks will die, we shall avenge in the salt of their eyes As they kneel to death, slaying their kinfolks and friends at our cries.
As I approached the tree, I felt the lust of revenge Of every man executed here before me. May I join their souls sleeping in the oak. My last ritual will allow us to make them pay for their scorn!
Hear me souls of the hanged, calling you out with the rope at my neck. Release your hate and unite as one in the boughs of our death. When these jerks will die, we shall avenge in the salt of their eyes As they kneel to death, slaying their kinfolks and friends at our cries.
Obscure forces of hell! Permit the souls of the hanged to rise again from the dead! And when the tree will be down, the Ire of the Condemned forever will resound!
May the circle be open yet, forever unbroken. May the wrath of the condemned be forever in your wood. Unholy meet and unholy part And unholy meet again!
Take my soul as the price. And to fulfill the pact, order the carpenter To carve, out of the oak, a woodwind to let us spread our revenge!
Hear me souls of the hanged, calling you out with the rope at my neck. Release your hate and unite as one in the boughs of our death. When these jerks will die, we shall avenge in the salt of their eyes As they kneel to death, slaying their kinfolks and friends at our cries.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
