When nights eclipse paths forest's stillness becomes absorbed by the dance under the fullmoon with enchanted silence As you see the clouds cry and hide the past times Frozen lakes and cold wintermoon gleams through the dense fog, to reach the sky covered by eternal storm I see mighty wizards of the middle-ages I hear depth from the unknown weeping of thousand years from twilight over the dreaming land. The eclipse of moon shines and wolves howl in the nocturnal silence, in witches realm when the thousand moons of endless night have circled The sky turns into the embrace of night The stormy swells and the stars shine over the path to darkness