Woods of Valacchia
After the night of the dark moon
They come back to life
From the crypts, free from the chains
When the sky changes colours
The ghosts of the past announce the words of the dark book
Blood will be life
There will be a morbid breath
The rain will be tears
After the night of the dark moon
On the hill the stake for the witch
You hear the howling wolves
The dead indicate the way for you
Towards the stake
Eko, eko Azarak!
Eko, eko Zamilak!
Eko, eko Cernunnos!
Eko, eko Aradia!
