The wolves howls in Moncayo's summit And the snow falls covering the old Templars chapel It sounds a prayer in All Saints day,and the fog spreads its
savage forest where the shadows of winter dance under a nocturnal Moon Forgotten in time ,the trees open their hands And my soul fly in a eternal abyss
Comes the night to the mountains and the winds blow among ancient forests Where darkness raise in the crepuscle hours And like a nocturnal sun, the Moon
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