Blood Soaked Flautist lyrics

Thunders are like voices of gods in wrath Lightning mould the silhouette of wet flautist The flute confuses the sad melody of rain. The muddy way guides the step thru the forest Rays mould the dark silhouette near mountain Wind and cutting rain can't blow the flame of candle Procession of singer old women singin`unknown verses Frogs speak in their amphibious idiom salutin`all the pilgrims. On the muddy way only pass those that speak strange languages Everybody waves interfered for their own spirits To the guardian spectrus; the messenger from unknown space Lands where none have stepped before are waiting for you