Album: The Cult Of Turul Pride (2004)

Wolves Pray In The Cursed December

Grim woods depht?s echoes
From the wolves pray
Boils my blood with unmerciful hate
War scream flies in the freezing winds
I feel the temptation to draw me in the abyss

The pale light of the moon lights my way
Graveless silence?i hear the forest?s breath
Ravens macabre dance cover the frozen landscapes
The landscape of cursed December

I?m one with the fog, i hear the hanged?s hymns
Sicul rebel heart? it?s colder than ice?
Snow covered mountains keep this empire?s treasure
The moon spreads it?s funeral light
Over the Hargita.