God, when the dawn is dark and cold Rising dead above an empty earth The ringing of the belts will stop
Above the dark and drooping world Let the empty skies disclose On fields, revengeful ravens whirl
Key you, the mournful birds of night Whose nests are tossed bylcy winds On roads where grumbling crosses rise
Come, frightful black magicians Along the banks of yellowed fronds Quickly disperse this evimorde
Claw away the sight of land Where cold winter never ends The corpse shows you his hand Remind the passers by of it The voice of duty must be heard And they fulfill it, to the word Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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