My father this king, the one who rules this kingdom Dreams of a world deprived of brightness Blinded by the warm color of silver Leading his fight against people's bliss He seems to save some time
Eager for conquest, he extends his life till destrction But there some time a blood freezing scream calls
For whole nights here in the hills, all above We call her the Howling Forest
Afflicted by this nonsense, I look from above This howling forest which now burns for that blazon People laugh and now call it The burning, howling forest
From this day on I've ground up and beyond shores I still hear this sound which echoes like a sad song Here in the hills, from high above We would call it the Howling ForestTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
