Every time this year
This dark fog will appear
Up from the tombs [bad word] To take one more life that can be near
In the middle of Transylvania
All natural life has for a long time ago gone
It's thin and so beautiful

But also so dark and mysterious
Once again the priest is messing
May the god bless us all
The fog is here again
That [bad word] this funeral

From a place empty of life
Only dead trees are growing here
As [bad word] from afar
Only dead trees are growing here...