Kat - Kupa Świąt

The forest was cutting, hitting your face
The pain was burning
He felt the trail
Before his eyes a spearhead and an animal

The son of a brood of vipers
With a black snake's bow
Venom slashes his head
The buffalo's horn has fallen

Today a throne or a bow
A pile of feasts to lick your wounds
Today a throne or a bow
For a lick of wounds a heap of feasts

He knew the darkness
The enemy sat behind the dog
The horse roars
Before the eye a spearhead and death

Son of Viper
With a silver serpent's bow
Venom cuts off the head
Jesus Maria! He fell

Today the throne or the prone
To lick your wounds a pile of feasts
Today a throne or a bow
For a licking of wounds pile of feasts

Your bow strains against the darkness
Your bow strains against the darkness
Will the arrow of misery be blind?
Will the arrow of misery be blind?
Will the arrow of misery be blind?

Today the throne or the prone
To lick your wounds a pile of feasts
Today a throne or a bow
For a licking of wounds pile of feasts

Son of Viper
With a silver serpent's bow
Venom beheads
Jesus Maria! He fell

Today the throne or the prone
To lick your wounds a pile of feasts
Today a throne or a bow
For a licking of wounds pile of feasts

You know the darkness
The enemy is on his back
You know the darkness
Before the eye grotesque and obscure