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The dying rays of the gold prince

Embracing the peak of the grim hills

Dressing them into a blood red

Cloak…

The dying rays of the gold prince embracing the peak of the grim hills

Dressing them into a blood red cloak

The night as a creeping beast falls on Carpathia

The world of shadows has come!

From the cold hide out at depths of the bitter pinewood

I hear the calling howl of wolves at the bottom of my heart

Troops of never seen creatures gathering

In visions coming by the wings of crow:

(They are) the dissonance of the universe

Below the paralized rusking of murderous rivers

Slicing the neverending body of the Wild

A protecting army of stone giants fades into the dusk at horizon.

Gliding with the wind has elemental force containing

The whole mistery of life,

Flying in a wonderful cave’s

Prehistorical coridors walking in the forest of oblivion

Surrounded by the shades of ten thousand years

Old trees.

The eyes of the Basilisk glow int he dark,

Lair magnetizing me by his crowned beauty.

Hovering drugged in the veil of the moon

The charminy face of the magic night. And below me

As far as I can see

The living witness of the ancient power

Of the nature lies…

…Hargita!

Hovering drugged in the veil of the moon

The charminy face of the magic night.

And below me

As far as I can see

The living witness of the ancient power of the nature lies…

…Hargita!