A cold breath of dead trees
I stood in a woodland desolation
Where the blaze of the moon
Pierces through the bare crowns of the trees
Desperate screams o black dumbfounded crowns
have ceased

On a November night I’m coming back
to the forgotten past
On a November night I’m burning down
In the fire of Shamain

I’m coming back among the flames
The mystery puts the blessing
The power of Azel comes and goes to this night
Together with morning mist
The bonfire have ceased
In my heart they will stay forever!

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