there in a near countryside
where babies laugh and cry can be heard,
where birds celebrate every single morning sun's arrival
where light embraces it all

there by dark night spreads werewolf's freezy howling
and exciting laments of joy of witches
blood's going disappear
child's cries fades in the dark empire…

R:
as by storm surrounded
and concealed by mist underworlds temple obscure breathes the evil night
and woman and man at the foot of mountain survive
there evenings of cold and dark.

there in a near countryside
there babies laugh and cry can be heard no more
and birds stop their celebrating sun's arrivals
and light has lost

In twin unity erected jumble black dark with the flames of cold
by night spread werewolf's biting howling
and the most exciting witches´ laments of joy rules there
as the blood's going disappear