Walpurgis Night

[Intro: Cold ambient wind, metallic rattling, deep sub-bass pulse, distant reverb-drenched guitar] [Verse 1: Slow trip-hop beat starts, monotone delivery] About the holy, rolling something... nobody by Satan's side... This is in one's own domain, sitting on a steed... And nearby, the one marked to the end raves with thought, Crumpling his sullen tail, the varkhvel steed. [Bridge: Tension builds, crisp electronic percussion] Allow me, my dove, I will mourn nearby. And I don't need a vice, rather than catching a cold in the sea. Still haven't cooled down under the roofs of the south, houses. Starting from there, granting seals, to you it is bright... on Walpurgis Night. [Chorus: Heavy distorted bass, cinematic atmosphere] And I am powerless to help, the howl of the feral is heard. Not one of them will see the beginning... Their names were read into the crimson sunset! Poison and holy water. [Verse 2: Chanting style, rhythmic and dark] Ja-und-svetl-of-shodipol... Chris-cover, tu-ag, mo zeyvut, Isable, dior, voblastelin, posor, vatchegut occultism... Poison and holy water. My castle, and inside its doors the sound of a chain is heard. Bow your knee before the judgment day. Tell me what it breathes... The beast in your chest... Who will exalt you? It will be us... [Climax: Epic electronic rock soundscape, industrial elements] Poison and holy water. It will herald! And it will poison, in the hour of communion... The air flies, staining everyone in a row. From the perverted glare of weathered faces, the gaze will wait long. Until the holy dismounts, poison will tear the throat. Poison, and holy water. [Outro: Music fades to cold wind, intimate whisper] Stand near the very, very last doors... Laugh in the face of this wound. I... do not blame the runaway horses... I am putting the imam to sleep... I do not blame the runaway horses. I am putting the imam to sleep.