Sabathory - Midnight Secret

Mysterious while of the moment

When something‘ s flying though you

what is here in this moment

Secret of midnight



Come and follow my desire,feelings

We put the red roses on the grave

Of human consciences

when the sun finds its face

In the picture of the river – full of human blood



Mysterious smell of the night

You feel the cold currents of your thoughts

Someting is died, something is born

In the middle of the night

In the secret of the midnight



The black tenderness covered your face

Clouds are dark by tinged with the immortal soul

Queen night asleep on the wings of angels

Of these angels which bring your immortal dream-book