Interpret:

Behemoth

Album:

Chaotica - The Essence Of The Underworld

Night in the mountains comes with the fly of a raven 
Carpathians bathed in the light of the moon 
In the old ruins where the dying shadows 
Are watching the shine from the stars 
Nobody remembers days of glory 
Several hundreds years passed in silence 
Not a soul has been seen here 
O am standing on the hill 
So silent in the sky 
I am drinking the cold of this night 
Old gray wolf flying upon my feet 
Is licking the hand of mine 


It is night: in my heart 
It is moon: in my eyes 
I am hidden in a fog - my own breath 
Small village in a valley 
Sleeping in fear, in a fear of me! 
Loathsome race of mortals 
Magic of wolfish teethes, wings of bats 
Faithful guards of religion 
Old as the blood itself 
The cult of the undead 
Vampirism 


Frenzy of lust, frenzy of pain 
She was only fourteen 
No cry has burst from her lips 
Pity that she had to die 
But bow sweet was her neck 
It is night: in my heart 
It is moon: in my eyes 
I am hidden in a fog 
My own breath 


Sometimes only my anthem of triumph 
Echoes in mountains landscape 
Like blood from thorn opened arteries 
Poison flows down the tongue 
Somewhere far away a howling can be heard 
Oh, how beautiful is the night in Transylvania! 


Frenzy of lust, frenzy of pain 
Blood is life: ETERNAL!