Riding in the forest of mist and omens the rider finds a path through Transylvanian land
As fast as he goes now the night embraces him while the moon rises bloody and fearsome
a sound in the bush, a howl in the night he must find a way before it's too late
red moon, fangs, and death are all around ride fast and pray for the dawn, in Transylvanian land
a silhouette behind a gargantuan demon the horse runs in fear faster than ever it runs
the rider fire's he's gun and grabs his talisman he promises to never ever come back here
a sound in the bush, a howl in the night he must find a way before it's too late
red moon, fangs, and death are all around ride fast and pray for the dawn in the Transylvanian landTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
