Negura Bunget From Transilvanian Forest Sculptured fog The forest screaming powers' coming down, With the darkness creatures screaming in the moon, As in front of a pagan wind sculptured stone. A blood trail living it behind, From which the death steps into the forever fog… Into the mountains king realm Over the Transilvanian's mountains The Sabbath's haunting down, The black of mystery The sculptured of woods... From the valley's deepness Hear it screaming… And griming the fury of Thee… which lightness's opposed. And the fogs whiteness 'S crawling under the grasp, And from the forests stone Dark shadows crawl upon it. The darkness sword Cuts the darkness filed way The occult rage Fronts its face. (Both tracks are recorded live at Negura Bunget’s rehearsal place, and are available exclusively on this release).