The Stream Of Scarlet Tear

Fast wind is whistling over the field

And the evening blood is flowing

This is an echo from a bottom of a legend

When no bird had sung behind the window

I knew - the ancient evil has revived

I must leave fear before I split in the face of death

Oh, damned demonic warlock

I will snatch the spear from your fist - the fire

I will tear off the night from your neck - your coat

And whirling clouds were flowing in the sky, that sky was alive

I could swear, that I'd heard suppressed whispers coming up from above

And the sky has fallen on me with despair

Oh, damned demonic warlock

You are the conjurer of words, the charlatan of feelings

Let the wind sow your bones like seeds

I must go, breathe in the breeze of anger

Nevertheless ... You don't have to search for the gloom

Looking through the twisted paths

It's already here, the embodiment of impurity

He's looking at me in silence

And he's scenting my blood, and my fear

Possessed with pain and rage

I'm burning with rage, I'm screaming in pain

It's time to blind the shadows

It's time to blow off the spectres