Woorden:
Carpathian Forest Journey Through The Cold Moors Of Svarttjern

cast a shadow...." It's pale morrow landscape, Has now risen through the bleak night over the moors and mountains, Flies the hunting ravens..., searching, Dance through the cold

Vertaling: Carpathian Forest. Reis door de koude heidevelden van Svarttjern.

cast a shadow...." It's pale morrow landscape, Has now risen through the bleak night over the moors and mountains, Flies the hunting ravens..., searching, Dance through the cold