Woods Of Walacchia, Part 1
After the night of the dark moon
 [bad word] back to life
 From the crypts... Free from chains

 When the sky changes the colours
 The ghosts of the past announce the words
 ... Of the dark book

 Candles on the way towards the temple
 Your broken nails on the trees
 To hide you from the priests
 ... In the woods of Walacchia

 Blood will be life
 There will be a morbid breath
 The rain will be tears
 ... After the night of dark moon

 On the hill the stake for the witch

 You hear the howling wolves
 The dead indicate the way... For you
 ... Towards the stake