The witch was bathing in the lakes, Washing away all the filth of her soul, Giving it away to their waters. They turned black like eternal night, Securing a grip on her body… All that is told to the waters They take away to the bottom, Denuding the body and soul And giving their will to the ripples… And those, like a pack of hungry wolves, Tried to drink all her darkness, Absorbing the last drops Of all the living around…
Since then they got black, Filled with pain, And everyone who enters them Will leave his beloved… Their doomed souls Will stay at the bottom, The black lake will leave only horror…
And those, like a pack of hungry wolves, Tried to drink all her darkness, Absorbing the last drops Of all the living around…