In the dark forest of the Carpathians The shadows of the night Have been whispering a story since the ancient times On each full moon night At such times even the trees are whispering and rustling From the Carpathians' mist It grows together with the dark forests Their ancient power is covering This gloomy land until all times A spirit born To lead the shadows Through endless roads, which are even thicker Than Transylvania's most darkest forests The one who will break the curse of eternity Will bring twilight upon the day Will bring curse upon the blessing And a blessing upon the curses One will take the living into death And the shadows will slide away With the wind of passing It echoes as an immortal curse In the deep of all life Sparks of fear Flame as great blazes One will open the worlds' gates And know the death's gate One will lead the world into dusk Will lead the dusk into death The death to nothing...