Текст песни Embers Of Life - Misty Landscape

In the reflections of ancient, vintage graves,
At the foot of the Black Temple.
And as if the balls of poisonous snakes,
Charcing the throat stems.
Somewhere in the distance hears howl
Lonely, old wolf.
And the ancient shadows are called in the temple.
There is no light, alone fog
Wanders in the Landscapes of the Moon.
Somewhere in the distance hears howl
Hungry, old wolf.
And the ancient shadows are called in the temple of the shadows.