North wind stroke again
Swording the lakes' skin
Torturing with ice
Imposing on the scene
The wizard only knows
It's time the signs to see
Revealing acts of Darkness
And tales of a mortal fate
Gazing through the fog
Only dark Omens appear
Crows strike at flesh and in the gray veil dissapear
Silurus breaking holes
On the concrete frozen mud
Macabre deliverers of sudden death and mortal fate
Craftily rides the ice
To tame the circling swarm
To sabotge their ritual
Their knitting to recall
His coat now is sinking heavy
His breath struggles in cold
Crows swarm above him
Hissing at his fading soul
Gazing through the fog
Only dark Omens appear
Crows strike at flesh and in the gray veil dissapear
Silurus breaking holes
On the concrete frozen mud
Macabre deliverers of sudden death and mortal fate
Οιωνοί μοιρολογούν με πένθιμες Ιαχές, σαν νέφος στροβυλίζονται στο Γκρίζο Λυκαυγές