Текст песни Каэр Морхен - Чернокнижница

In this city I do not live with a sample,
In this city, I will hear the Warlock.
Beloruchko I live yes by the tutor
In his dark witchcier.

For my back, the women whisper:
"Fix the soul was selling - that's it!"
And for what fate is so offended?
Born and white light Nevzvidel:

Neither Padochu I do not suffer and cutter
And they gathered a wolf soul in my body.
Neither the urban did not become a charming -
She became a single cockpit.

Born not Baba to be submorted,
Born for a wolf for black.
For you, fierce and gentle,
For the forest beast of rebellious.

The soul will be pulled,
Write wolfis black.
You will wait for me for the mountain rager,
We will leave the alone in the thumbnail.

And the creep in the morning the city will spread out:
"Warlock died this night ..."