Vrolok Lyrics


The mighty forest of Carpatian mountain

Covered with majestic white snow

And mystical sacrament of Transilvania

Drinks sweet blood of cold winds

The children of the night

Are waiting for resurrection

And shining moon is helping them to sing

The wings of night and their embrace are opened

And cold also charms of the moon prompts of crimes

The blood song of night child

Carpatian tale of ancient time.