Comes the night to the mountains and the winds blow among ancient forests Where darkness raise in the crepuscle hours And like a nocturnal sun, the Moon spreads her mystical veils through hills and valleys in this winter days
Witches fly in the Iberian sky towards the unholy congregation arround ancient dolmens witness of forgotten ceremonys And awaking again forbbiden songs...close to the blaze That light the Cantabric nights
We are sons of the dusk,ejectet to the dark lands We are the race damned by de christian priests
Comes the night to the woods and the hills, and the feeling the breath of de horned God We embrace the old natural cult with pagan rites Under this dark sky thad govern our infrahuman sufferingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
