Testo A Fine Day to Die - Bathory

A Fine Day to Die

Orgy of silence
Conspiracy of peace
Only the master
Of the cold northern breeze
Twinsun sink fading
Behind the black lake
Asleep is the mountains
Yet the night is awake
Strange is the night
Now black stars rise
And many moons circle
Through silent the night
Along the black mountainside scattered
By the campfires awaiting the dawn