When the night comes to the mountain
and ravens fly around
The forest shine with the full moonlight
the old castle where the shadows die...
Old grey wolves surround me
licking my b***** hands
howling to the winter moon
they guard my grave
hidden in the misty landscape
hidden in my shadow...
and ravens fly around
The forest shine with the full moonlight
the old castle where the shadows die...
Old grey wolves surround me
licking my b***** hands
howling to the winter moon
they guard my grave
hidden in the misty landscape
hidden in my shadow...