Текст песни Башня Rowan - Черный Самайн

Oh, so and who can heat me,

Oh, so and who will cook the bed,

Where those doors are open to me

Who is waiting for me for them, who?



Whether the wind is perpetrated by the wind,

Endless sky rapid running,

Grated forest in the expectation of rain

Cold November.

He goes to black circles

Raven grows over his head,

Iscin-black feathers both

Rain is excised



Oh, here and who can warm me ...



Where are your white birds, Engeus,

Where are your young priestess, Freia,

Who else will come on black samines

Cold November?

Cids are revealed, but the cides went away.

Grilled forest in the extension of the rain.

Warrior is not a warrior and crows his

Think of one thing:



Oh, so and who can heat me,

Oh, so and who will cook the bed,

Where those doors are open to me

Who is waiting for me for them, who?