Borgo Pass - Abysmal Grief

The snow now is falling slow

Grim howlings resounding nearer

Black clouds passed across the moon face

So that we´re again in the dark

The dark brings us a frightful stare

In black and the crucifix is still around my neck…

Towards the borgo pass

Towards the borgo pass

In carpathian light

The coach proceeds among the trees

As it sank in the darkness

Lonely feeling all over me

Hear the howlings

Closing me from every side

The children of the night

Grim presage of evil rising

Towards the borgo pass

Towards the borgo pass

«Denn die Toten reiten schnell…»

Translation from german:

(«Because the dead are riding fast…»)