At uncle's grave Wind gently reveals his force to me He's just approaching, I feel cold All's so horrible, that even Jesus hides away Shape's hung over his broken cross
- Hey! - I'm your death
Venom of rotten bodies cuts temples Eats my lips, hair and eyes Geat's horn rises on my head Who am I? I've got vision and fur of wolf Like my uncle who lies in grave
Does the same end waits for me? He was once put to death Using wooden peg I'll have revenge now
At uncle's grave Wind gently reveals old verse to me Verse for magic, key for death Cock has just crowed From that minute, my hunt began So you people be awareTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
