children and your women will moan with pain. Your houses will hide in blood by which I'll wash my face playing with the moonrays on my path; on my moonlight path
women will moan with pain. Your houses will hide in blood by which I'll wash my face playing with the moonrays on my path; on my moonlight path. I scorn
Překlad: Nokturnal Mortum. Na cestě Moonlight.
