In the shades of the moon the plain whispers the creeping mist, unveiling winter black chantings enshrined in the hearts of the ancients their souls untouched by the words of the
prophets of the light the temptation of christ our traditions return battles to restore
The plain recalls the smell of war, the taste of blood the war-cry brought back by the mighty raven listen to the sound of the howling winds towards the wintry sky she rides
"I call the raven upon me, just like in ancient times behind the battle I see her, she's the driver of the coach just like the raven, I'm marked by signs of his horns and for the raven of the battlefields the legend will not fall
Thorns of grief entwinted by the moonlight glimmer my blood and tears blend into one another
The warrior occurs his journey to the village from where he was banned, the sound of the raven strengthens his desire, his beloved, his only son marks his grief
Am I mortal is it my soul that shall behold the highest truth, or is it my body that shall reach the red sky
"As darkness slips away, the nightmare will occure by dawn he sees the eternal snow between the trees the mist, the raven, the river... the empire of the sleeping forest"
Marks in the snow, the river cries the sky turned red, his beloved dies black chantings enshrined in the heart of the ancient his soul untouchend by the words of the
prophets of the light the temptation of christ our traditions return battles to restore
The plain recalls the smell of war, the taste of blood the creeping mist, unveiling winter frozen by grief he kneels besides the river the countess lures him into her shooting arms...
together they ride towards the wintry sky
2. The Blackened Rose
The colour of evil and disease it can by so beautifull every day a passion to see not crave to be mine
the warm desire of the heart irresistable for me I see the blackened rose my passions may not be my mind is creeping immortal love
The colour of evil and disease it can be so beautifull every day a passion to see not crave to be mine
The warm desire of the heart Irresistable for me I see the blackened rose my passions may not be my mind is creeping immortal love
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