The song of the dark minstrel

The howling of wolves, the silence of trees,
The snow’s on the land, the ice’s on the sees,
The dark minstrel is eager to sing,
About the Death and its beautiful ring:

“I’ve seen many people, I’ve heard many words,
I fought in the battles without the swords,
The wives were crying, the husbands went mad,
My ring has a power to make you all sad,

I come as a spider inside of your hearts,
I ruin your brains, and the new journey starts,
I’m drinking the blood, and your faces turn pale,”
So that was the song of the dark minstrel.

“The moon disappears from thousand eyes,
The ghosts from the cemetery wake up and rise,
The shadows of castles grow up from the hills.
So hear the screaming of someone Death kills.

The darkness of Forest will help her again:
It will be the war of the courage and pain,
It will be the fight of the dead and alive,
But only the ONE in the end will survive.

Death comes as a spider inside of your hearts,
It ruins your brains, and the new journey starts,
It’s drinking the blood, and your faces turn pale,”
So that was the song of the dark minstrel.