Dark and unsilent wings Ride our hatred from snow Black rain fills the frozen air We are dead since the birth of the blackest raven.
From the Celtic moon frost Black Legion rises Sons of light taste The Black Metal of our swords
We dream alone in the mist Frozen are our tears They flow from thy heart From the Celtic moon frost
Why we cry? Why we live?
Celt landscapes is so dark In those starry nights Skin is so beautiful Whipped by the rising moon frost.
All around the evil fire Where flames give us their hails Under the black stone throne We - evil funeral warriors - rise From the Celtic moon frost In sadness and hatred!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
