children and your women will moan with pain. Your houses will hide in blood by which I'll wash my face playing with the moonrays on my path; on my moonlight path
women will moan with pain. Your houses will hide in blood by which I'll wash my face playing with the moonrays on my path; on my moonlight path. I scorn
Prijevod: Nokturnal Mortum. Na putu Moonlight.
