Carpatian Forest

Where trees are endless

Forest tightens fall to rest

And death is made for the queen

Mushrooms gather in circles

Where bears walk they religion's basis is dark spirits

I'm coming

Falls deep into darkness

Stones rise in circles

Where drums roar

Water whispers vibrating

People dance under the moon in circles

Bone to ruin and sculpted dust

I smell the thoughts of the gods

Roots promieses blossom