El Monte de Las Animas

The wolves howls in moncayo's summit

And the snow falls covering the old templars chapel

It sounds a prayer in all saints day,and the fog spreads its cold hands trough the ancient medieval cementery

Where the ancient knights rest in peace

But in the anima's mount,there's a young girl running

Under the white full moonlight

Alone among dark forests of nude trees

Where all the nights the deceased spirits rides...

A night in templars mount

Phantasmagoric spectres of warriors who reborn in the heart of nocturn silence,oppening the doors of graveyard

The spirits covered with their shrounds,awakes in this cold night

And walks throught forgotten paths like a ghosts horde

A night in the templars mount

Legends and fables are real,and under montecayo's shade

The wolves howls once again funeral songs

Appointing a new death

Sings the lamias into the deep forest,and a pale girl is crying in a mislaid tomb

When the spirits raise one night more

In the templars mount