It is said that a cobblestone Red, in the old white square Marks where the Scourge of Men Exhaled his last breath Beyond the ancient forest Where howl the wolf packs By misty fogs crowned The Black Mountain rises Once, a long time ago these lands were ruled by a cruel Lord The Voivode of the Black Mountain Ten thousand nations surrendered to his force Legendary armies fell at his Castle's doors Never satisfied, extended the borders of his reign Terror rode from (the) Black Mountain Ten thousand emperors lost their head in these snows Their bodies hung, eyes devoured by crows On the way to (the) gallows he marched Far from his throne on the Black Mountain Marrying the widow of all who died In the deadly hug of the rope Not for a reason, nor for a purpose he holds on Just to fill the void in his heart Ten thousands legions, to the royal ring swore faith But just the scent of a woman The treason released On the way to (the) gallows he marched Far from his throne on the Black Mountain Marrying the widow of all who died In the deadly hug of the rope