The setting sun blowing at the horizon The scorching fire... is shooting its last arrows It's striking the houses of wood and stone According them weapons... against the nightfall
Isolated from the village, licking the forest A shack plotting the shadows The woman living here rouses the dread
Some people speak about celebrations Under the moon...
In this land where the legends grow The oddness has... a diabolical pact value The amber coloured eyes of the woman Torment the souls... with a sulphur truth
Sometimes when the goddess is well A few bystander ventures in the night Behind the murmurs soak the hearts In the gloom...
The snow white velvet Welcome unreal tracks Among the tree of the forest A coat creeps, so dark With the time... bloody murders appear Evening of candles Frameworks vibrating of stories They have seen a fanfastic wolf Roaming around the house of the witch
And in the cold of mountains... some perish of unpunished fangs Graveyard bristling with fatal tombstone The tears of rage piercing the snow A revolt cry accuses the taciturn woman Of being the perverse beast leader
A night of hatred, a gathering of mortals Entrust this den to the purifying fire Jaws of flames devour this temple A concert of impious odours
Wood sabbath with red wings Books of magic spells flying And suddenly, a beautiful howling
A black silhouette arising In the forest, disappearing Witch or she-wolf, nobody's knowingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
