Ahriman - Witchvale / Boszorkányvölgy lyrics

The circle... Something had arousen from something and was born Somebody had become from somebody and started to believe The circle... The eternal cycle, secret and frost They all are living in the vale Like fear and the song Nakedness homegiving, eternity bowing over bridges The hiding power hides behind our blindness It shall be a feast When our covered eyes will see again And sounds of drums will pulse again But they will die Unless we get rid of our chained faces Sometimes the vale will help us to cross The bridges, our fears And our bodies will be overwalked by the glorious sound Our mother's sound is the silence And the attention with that Sometimes the vale will help us to cross the mountains, our pains And our bodies will be overwalked by the glorious sound Our father's sound is the wrath And the wisdom with that