Under The Carpathian Branches Lyrics

With whiffchill the Fog soars, while over her Sighs
The Night wants lay; A nostalgic dreaming in quiet
remorse
Hours passing slowly since he went yesterday.

She remembers his Words... "Your Love is my Power,
f will be back in one Hour" -and rode away into the Pale
Without never ever reach her Hail He rode into a swampy Jail.

Far away of his sweet Elenorian,
who's in raging Worrying,
since he went yesterday

Already few Months later without his Hello;
It was the Third of May;
she strangled herself on this forgotten Gallow,
which never ever will go away

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