Thunder storms rage in the night Cracks roar from the violent sky The dead furiously riding up high under the starry welkin
Cries of the past, cries of death Riding the winds on wings gleaming black Impending doom, impending death Riding the winds on stallion grey as ash
Violently the hunt rages on The hunters eye fixed on his prey Mistress of the deep dark forest Reigning it’s silent green halls supreme
Death is near and the slein is taken along On the horses back the dead is laid Mistress of the silent green halls she reigned supreme
Heads cracked by trampling hooves Burning blindness of beholders eyes War, famine and death will follow The hunter riding violently through the skyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
