Dark clouds cover the sky and the gloomy hibernal nights, pleny of legents come back to the forests Iced mountains return to my eyes together with the vision of morbid lands Black birds fly though forsaken cementerys,where the fog spreads its cold land Bells call christians and Moon call ghosts And among nude trees walks the Santa Compana Arid, open up the Castilla tableland where the winds blow legend whispers under a hibernal white Moon The Sorcerers are gathered in an Aquelarre to the God of the Moon like in Goya square Falls the snow in December days and cover the savage forest where the shadows of winter dance under a nocturnal Moon Forgotten in time ,the trees open their hands And my soul fly in a eternal abyss of dark hate Trough this mystical lands In black winter days