Carpathian Moonrise - 13 Candles

As the night caresses my brow

And the moon fills my world with light

The wind blows cooly upon my skin

And the night she takes my hand

Silhouetted I stand before my own grave

How the shadow comfort me

And the darkness protects me

Carpathian moonrise

Tonight’s a fine night to die

Carpathian moonrise

And die they will

Free am I to wander this land

No longer hunted in my mountain realm

And such a beautiful sight lays before me

The light of life

The light of death

Outlined against the night sky

Like the teeth, the teeth of the wolf

Carpathian moonrise

Tonight’s a fine night to die

Carpathian moonrise

And die they will