Serbian Woods

The bride into the black of the night
The woman dressed in the burning sky
The goddess of the isolated dark
The realm of immortal on the ashes of sky
The queen of forgotten Slavic destiny

Serbian wood frasp my sordid soul
Revenge of ancient Slavic black gods

Where the wolves saw the tracks in conquering snow
And the ravens cut the air in rapture
There beneath the gorgeus night sky I will scream from boughts
And the winds will share my voice to darkness