The wolves howls in Moncayo's summit And the snow falls covering the old Templars chapel It sounds a prayer in All Saints day,and the fog spreads its cold hands trough the ancient medieval cementery Where the ancient knights rest in peace
But in the Anima's Mount,there's a young girl running under the white full moonlight alone among dark forests of nude trees where all the nights the deceased spirits rides... A night in Templars Mount
Phantasmagoric spectres of warriors who reborn in the heart of nocturn silence,oppening the doors of graveyard the spirits covered with their shrounds,awakes in this cold night And walks throught forgotten paths like a ghosts horde
A night in the Templars mount legends and fables are real,and under Montecayo's shade The wolves howls once again funeral songs Appointing a new death
Sings the Lamias into the deep forest,and a pale girl is crying in a mislaid tomb when the spirits raise one night more In The Templars MountTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
