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Dark clouds cover the sky and the gloomy hibernal nights,

pleny of legents come back to the forests

Iced mountains return to my eyes together with the vision of morbid lands

Black birds fly though forsaken cementerys,where the fog spreads its cold land

Bells call christians and Moon call ghosts

And among nude trees walks the Santa Compana

Arid, open up the Castilla tableland where the winds blow legend

whispers under a hibernal white Moon

The Sorcerers are gathered in an Aquelarre to the God of the Moon like in Goya square

Falls the snow in December days and cover the savage forest

where the shadows of winter dance under a nocturnal Moon

Forgotten in time ,the trees open their hands

And my soul fly in a eternal abyss of dark hate

Trough this mystical lands

In black winter days