Red sparks fill the sky and they fall to the earth on fire The bright stars fade away and the moon is turning to red The dark woods of the valley whisper stories of an old witch Living on the great hill covered by ice and snow
The strongest soul above them all start to sing the poem of force To beat the evil, to beat the night The troll drum from the dawn of time, build by a shaman from the northlands Breaks the eternal chains of sleep
The old witch hears the silence, she sees the village enchanted By the power of her magic, gathered from the mists of the dark The everlasting winter's draining the power of the people She feels it in her veins... And another one falls asleep
The strongest soul above them all start to sing the poem of force To beat the evil, to beat the night The troll drum from the dawn of time, build by a shaman from the northlands Breaks the eternal chains of sleep... And darkness...
"My holy ancestors, hear my voice, bless this final fight Raise this verse to the secret place, where dead birds fly"
I can feel my ancestors to join me and my soul, I feel their power inside me I can hear the rhythm of my troll drum and how it shakes the earth I can see the sun rise after all these years, the golden sun rays And the spell is starting to fade away... To fade away...
So fell the black witch and she froze to ice forever So came the mighty wind and blew to the dark red sky Remains of the evil was spread by the north wind And they formed into bright northern lights
The strongest soul above them all started to sing the poem of force To beat the evil, to beat the night The troll drum from the dawn of time, build by a shaman from the northlands Broke the eternal chains of sleep Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
