Wolves Pray In The Cursed December

Grim woods depht’s echoes From the wolves pray Boils my blood with unmerciful hate War scream flies in the freezing winds I feel the temptation to draw me in the abyss The pale light of the moon lights my way Graveless silence…i hear the forest’s breath Ravens macabre dance cover the frozen landscapes The landscape of cursed December I’m one with the fog, i hear the hanged’s hymns Sicul rebel heart… it’s colder than ice… Snow covered mountains keep this empire’s treasure The moon spreads it’s funeral light Over the Hargita.