Tale Of Carpathian Wind - Evilfeast

Above the crest a whirlwind blows again with fury

The crag monument appears in its dark magnificence

Clouds ablaze trying to bridle the space, a single being amidst

I’ve gone hunting anew to seize the highland spirit

Across the spheres where the streams' ribbons attempt to break the resistance

Unholy forests ascend vanishing before they reach the clouds

A genuine realm of dusk shall be my realm this night

When I’m breathing the frozen wind that descended throughout the Tatra pass

Where no weak endures and the immensity is appalling, I’ll be conquering…

The filth always flows down, in a distant valleys it settles

Hateful for they exhibit what’s pure for trades

As I clamber isolation rises, sacred dearest solitude is thy end

Though the scum still pester… Nighttime journey

Achieves monumental deeds in a stone freezing interior

As the wolves come out hunting towards the sullen landscape

The mild hide before deceptive moonlight

The old sprits revive, the past returns, the purity of a winter kingdom

That is still left as a primeaval splendour of the fatherland

On a mountainside I observe clouds on a nightsky torn by

Carpathian winder wind.

With wolves I’ll share my throne…