Storm Above the Carpathians
Ominous clouds assemble above the bloody Earth.
He is here again we feel him everywhere.
In the early morning's mist which
Dawns to the day, our dark religion
Brings us forward and our leader
Is the ancient, true god, Satan
Our free soul takes flight
on the black Horses of death
The prickly branches in the forests,
The evil shadows of the overcast sky,
The mortal winds of the glory and the
Ominous clouds of The Carpathians.
He is here again we feel him everywhere.
In the early morning's mist which
Dawns to the day, our dark religion
Brings us forward and our leader
Is the ancient, true god, Satan
Our free soul takes flight
on the black Horses of death
The prickly branches in the forests,
The evil shadows of the overcast sky,
The mortal winds of the glory and the
Ominous clouds of The Carpathians.
Credits
Writer(s): Ferenc Mocsnik
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