Ahriman - The Wrath Of The Witches In Storm текст песни

An owl glided among the trees
Only the light of stars wanted
The dusk to be buried by the night
Seeing their march, hiding into cowls
And holding torches, with the chosen words,
Now they spoke the storms
OSTARA! HEARD!
The clouds came, the nature awoke
Rain drops fell into the fallen leaves,
And the flames died for this rebeemer moment
Their flying dreams,
The celebration of nature
Encouraging, way-showing sign of the screaming silence
Their voice fell with them,
As the owl to the funeral of the storm

Sing,
For your souls' awakening for dance on this chily,
But rebeemed night