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Comes the night to the mountains

and the winds blow among ancient forests

Where darkness raise in the crepuscle hours

And like a nocturnal sun,

the Moon spreads her mystical veils

through hills and valleys in this winter days

Witches fly in the Iberian sky towards the unholy congregation

arround ancient dolmens

witness of forgotten ceremonys

And awaking again forbbiden songs...close to the blaze

That light the Cantabric nights

We are sons of the dusk,ejectet to the dark lands

We are the race damned by de christian priests

Comes the night to the woods and the hills,

and the feeling the breath of de horned God

We embrace the old natural cult with pagan rites

Under this dark sky

thad govern our infrahuman suffering