The Stone - Serbian Wood


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

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