Solidified clay deceived by faint light of day
Across trees flew short dusk without flame
Today the frost drains marl drunken by rains
Doused will be land tortured by winds
Embrace of mist overflowing the sticks
Eagerly awaits on repulsive gravestones
Under funeral ground is bore nocturnal fear
Silence screams when unrest resides on soul
Chilly timber surrounded chalcedonian seas
Ominous whip of wings spoke from the crests
Crimson eyes flared and clearly burn
Darken skies by quills are declaring Kraèún
Burning crimson of twilight has disappeared
Paraselena is hidden by mist
Funeral calm turned to gale in necropolis
And mortal land crossed the dead
Fiery glances soared over rainy mountains
By mourning screech they are paving their way
Souls that fly will recover on ground
And dead men on hooves will bring the revenge
Behind the gates of life, beyond the fire of torch
From sacred yird, where dead ones dwell
Come souls so silent and secretly
Aeons of wolflike famine howl the choirs
That chant of the dead will burn by blaze
Invisible black hordes will gallop tonight
Clatter turns to silence – majestic and solemn
Seven winters passed away, twelfth fullmoon rules
Spirits are still roaming and graves are emptied
Graves are vacant and spirits are wandering
Marble on cenotaph got so cold
Nightly gesture oranta redeems the forlorns
And carpathian forests will hide the strayers
