Abysmal Grief
Borgo Pass
The snow now is falling slow Grim howlings resounding nearer Black clouds passed across the moon face So that we´re again in the dark The dark brings us a frightful stare In black and the crucifix is still around my neck... Towards the borgo pass Towards the borgo pass In carpathian light The coach proceeds among the trees As it sank in the darkness Lonely feeling all over me Hear the howlings Closing me from every side The children of the night Grim presage of evil rising Towards the borgo pass Towards the borgo pass "Denn die Toten reiten schnell..." Translation from german: ("Because the dead are riding fast...")
From Letras Mania