Hibernum - Djavo

Par seljaka došlo mu na grob
Da vide jel' još sudnjoj rupi rob?!
Grob prazan, glogov kolac viri
Đavo se vratio, da krv ljudi piri

Nema puno života na planini
Tu rijetko šta i živi u čemerini
Kad je mjesec na nebu mlad
Gospodar noći osjeća glad

Šuma je noćas pusta
Pokrila je magla gusta
Gresni sin putevima smrti hodi
Dok zvjernja tmina novi dan ne rodi

Viđali ga u gluvo doba
Kako leti preko groblja
Sjene nadvile se nad gorom
Snovi blagoslovljeni nocnom morom

Hladni dani jos hladnije noći
Bez slike i bez zvuka
U daljini čuje se samo zavijanje olinjalog vuka


English:
A couple of peasants came to his grave
To see if he's still a slave to the burial pit
The grave is empty, a hawthorn stake stands still
The devil has returned to drink the blood of men
There's little life upon the mountain
Rarely does anything thrive in its misery
When the moon is young in the sky
The Lord of the Night feels a hunger stir
Tonight, the forest lies empty
Shrouded in fog, thick as winter's chill
The sinful son walks the path of death
Till the darkness births another day
They've seen him glide in the dead of night
Soaring over graves in spectral flight
Shadows spread wide on the forested steep
Where nightmares rise from the depths of sleep
Cold are the days, the nights even colder
Soundless and stark, a weight on the shoulder
In the distance echoes a haunting tune
The howl of a wolf beneath the pale moon