Sound of downburst hast filled the sky
Black clouds became gloomy and cold
Envoy of death hast shed the blood
Then summoned wind that buried the sun
And when all space laid silent
Spectral whispers came form stars
Flaming, unnamed darkness the blaze of night
Forgotten rites at the Sniezka top
Cadaverous hands rising sacred bowls
Drop by drop absorbing the light
Burial of sun in the forlorn shrine
Ancient tombs are trembling as dead hast heard the call
Spiritual carnage ritual forgotten and old
Wisdom comes from stories, when the stories become tales
Stories told for ages by the mountains which speaks with invocation of blood
Behold the crimson dawn
I saw the dead in white
In form of the ancient god
I have heard the stories
I have tasted the blood
I have been there in silence
I have buried the sun
I will shape the darkness
I will praise the night
I have told the tales
But still I am dead inside
I saw the dead in white
In form of the ancient god
