The Stone Sentinel - Skyforger

Beneath grey skies

Where the ravens croak and circle

Between the crooked swamp birches

Lies ancient burial ground

The sun never shines there

Every day fine rain drizzles

Only a few among the living know

How to find the path there

Across the morass dank mist drifts

Through grass and wet soil Kurbads is wading

Everything there seems dreadful and gloomy

Woeful moans resound in the mist

Red eyes flash in the dusk

Ghostly figures twist and sway

Like an isle in the sea

Covered with green moss

There in the middle of the swamp

Sleeps a giant…

Menacing and grim in the bog stands the Stone Sentinel

And there’s nowhere further to go

Menacing and grim in the bog stands the Stone Sentinel

It keeps gates to the Underworld closed

If you can lift and roll it aside

A black passage will be seen

Only those who are fearless enough

Dare to descend down below

— «What's up, Kurbads, has your heart sunk into your

boots yet?»

— «To hell with it, I am climbing down!»

Be warned, devils

Kurbads is coming

Soon, heads will roll

As the Devilslayer starts to work