Cold whirlwinds Scatter death-yellow leaves on the ground The moon has shown It's pale muzzle from the black clouds Wood gives rise wolf howl, With which blood get colder in veins The sight of burning stars Penetrates your pity soul through
In The Frightful Wallachian Woods Evil whispering in the midnight In the Frightful Wallachian Woods Unvoiced shouts sound from darkness
The writhed branches of trees as if hands of the dead Lasting to you in a moonlight Wishing to tear apart your throat Ugly trunks silently whisper damnations To you Roots entangle feet, Wishing to press down you to the ground
Evil rules the forest Malefic spells of forgotten past Children of the poisoned swamps And wolfish womb thirst for your blood In a thickets where spirits of witches Celebrating their masses Cold air will strangle Your desperate shout
Werewolves haunting prey in a fog Red burning eyes and canines in blood Shades of the night flying beasts Flashing above your head Mischievous laughter of an old raven Echoed ominously in your ears And forest haze above the cold lakes Drags you in its ice waters
Demons of night torment your getting cold body and choking in mad laughter Spirits of woods taking away your dying soul With themselves in impassable thickets
In The Frightful Wallachian Woods Evil summoning in the midnight In the Frightful Wallachian Woods Unvoiced shouts sound from darkness In The Frightful Wallachian Woods Witches' spirits rule the sabbath In The Frightful Wallachian Woods Shifting shadows on a fog clothTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
