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