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There’s now silence and snow and winter and death

Mist is foaming in the valleys and choking our breath

Mountains are standing in circles and wearing mourning white

I am keeping awake alone through this endless night

But now winds begin to sing softly from the far

From far beyond the forest, and the trail of stars

Shakes, and the heaven echoes what the weak winds sing

Because He rides on this trail, the son of the mightiest king

Snowstorm is raging do you hear the howling winds?

The pale stars are falling behind the riding prince

Do you feel the power that I feel?

Wake up wake up my brothers, the spring is near

If the forest

Comes into leaf

Blood will wash away

All of our grieves

We will stand together

With swords in our hands

And we retrieve

Our stolen lands

If the trees of Transsylvania

Send out bloody bud

The beds of rivers, the shores of lakes

Become reddish mud

We will paint all the streams

With their blood so red

If the forest comes into leaf

We will go back