Above the crest a whirlwind blows again with fury The crag monument appears in its dark magnificence Clouds ablaze trying to bridle the space, a single being amidst I've gone hunting anew to seize the highland spirit Across the spheres where the streams' ribbons attempt to break the resistance Unholy forests ascend vanishing before they reach the clouds A genuine realm of dusk shall be my realm this night When I'm breathing the frozen wind that descended throughout the Tatra pass Where no weak endures and the immensity is appalling, I'll be conquering... The filth always flows down, in a distant valleys it settles Hateful for they exhibit what's pure for trades As I clamber isolation rises, sacred dearest solitude is thy end Though the scum still pester... Nighttime journey Achieves monumental deeds in a stone freezing interior As the wolves come out hunting towards the sullen landscape The mild hide before deceptive moonlight The old sprits revive, the past returns, the purity of a winter kingdom That is still left as a primeaval splendour of the fatherland On a mountainside I observe clouds on a nightsky torn by Carpathian winder wind. With wolves I'll share my throne...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
