Woods of Valacchia

After the night of the dark moon

They come back to life

From the crypts... Free from chains

When the sky changes the colours

The ghosts of the past announce the words

... Of the dark book

Candles on the way towards the temple

Your broken nails on the trees

To hide you from the priests

... In the woods of Walacchia

Blood will be life

There will be a morbid breath

The rain will be tears

... After the night of dark moon

On the hill the stake for the witch

You hear the howling wolves

The dead indicate the way... For you

... Towards the stake