Testo di The Sixth Bridge of Tmuska

In the waters of Pripyat horror is hiding Seven rains of fire upon seven winds A horn of bone calls out in the woods Where even fear itself dies Stomp on the crumbling bones, wake them up Belarusian blood fire blaze up Slap on the strings smoke on the altar Tsmok is already here, he is your master Duda and Zhalejka, the breath of winter Roots of the oak the smell of black earth This is not a prayer, this is the rhythm of the coffin In the zombie dance we are not alone