Lost Connection

Gleaming Transylvania!
So clear from this eternal homeland
Anyway here everything is passing
Which derive from you and God
In the roar of the wind you can hear
The hymn of the living dead and
The fog wanderer furies screams
Give now power to the night's creatures
And your battle blessing for your
Faithful followers that our mighty victory
Flag to float in the wind and our age to steep
In the orthodox blood
In my veins blazing the power of hate ness
In my soul are whirling the ghosts of my forefathers

The fog is appeared from my forefathers blood
They had been deprived of their belief
But they went to death rather
Than praise the might of God

You have no future in the empire of fog
Here's no power of force of God!



Credits
Writer(s): Ferenc Mocsnik
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