Текст: Varathron. Walpurgisnacht. The Dark Hill.

[Lyrics by E.A.Robinson (1869-1935)]

Dark hills at evening in the west
Where sunset hovers like a sound
Of golden horns that song to rest
Old bones of warriors underground.

Far now from all the bannered ways
Where flash the legions of the moon
You fade - as it the last of days
Where fading, and all wars were done.