Ancient Spirits of the Underworld - Carpathian Forest

Overhead the thunder cracked and roared

And when it ceased the deathlike silence

Chilled my marrow and bones

The need to feel dead was killing him

Like death itself

Evil is found in the earliest

Oldest and the most dreadful

Memories of humanity

Eternally feared by gods primitive men

Pale visions, death-pale they were all

Still cursed, haunted and alone

Killing woman, children and men

Sparing neither age nor sex

A place where reality is worthless

And all you want is to be left alone

They grind the land like corn

Showing no mercy

Spilling the blood like rain

Devouring their flesh and sucking

Dry their veins…

The undead leaves their graves

In misty transformations

You see half-visible bodies

Floating through the night

The ancient spirits of the underworld

All the trees were lifeless and dead

And there were no birds singing

The reign of man is over

Drained for all its powers

He saw their starving lips shake

With a horrid grin gaped wide

And the corpse lies on the cold hill side

His spirit is carried away

By the northwinds into eternity