Текст песни Темнозорь - Урочища Снов

In the expanse of staring glimpse of stars
Sorceress night rises above the distance
Behind her to the throne of the sky
Horned month in the twinkle rises

Barrow Helmets, Spears of the Forest
Tablets of heaven in the black mirror of water
Here pale horses are the spirits of the winds
Bathed in deep tracts of dreams

Month-wizard fog and mist,
Nights amulet hid the horizon
A box of sacraments he knows
In the old god of the sorcerer

But visions are melting among the ancient oaks
This Witch of the Glow calls the sunrise
Bright month brother locks bolt
Tales of the dungeon in the tracts of dreams ...