peaceful walk in October's rain [bad word] again
drop of blood to call the hunters
you are the pray

Do you remember the nights we
walked these lovely fields
Where the dead roses grow
and it rains blood down here
On this valley of mysterious
red waterfalls
The only thing to hear is the
wolves cry that shatter the still

Every night, every day
Every fullmoon we came down here
Every night, every day
Every fullmoon we lived your dream

peaceful walk in October's rain [bad word] to it's end
No more nightly hunts, no winds will blow
No wolves eyes glow