The dying rays of the gold prince Embracing the peak of the grim hills Dressing them into a blood red Cloak…
The dying rays of the gold prince embracing the peak of the grim hills Dressing them into a blood red cloak The night as a creeping beast falls on Carpathia The world of shadows has come!
From the cold hide out at depths of the bitter pinewood I hear the calling howl of wolves at the bottom of my heart Troops of never seen creatures gathering In visions coming by the wings of crow:
(They are) the dissonance of the universe Below the paralized rusking of murderous rivers Slicing the neverending body of the Wild A protecting army of stone giants fades into the dusk at horizon.
Gliding with the wind has elemental force containing The whole mistery of life, Flying in a wonderful cave’s Prehistorical coridors walking in the forest of oblivion
Surrounded by the shades of ten thousand years Old trees.
The eyes of the Basilisk glow int he dark, Lair magnetizing me by his crowned beauty. Hovering drugged in the veil of the moon The charminy face of the magic night. And below me
As far as I can see The living witness of the ancient power Of the nature lies… …Hargita!
Hovering drugged in the veil of the moon The charminy face of the magic night. And below me As far as I can see The living witness of the ancient power of the nature lies… …Hargita!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
