Someone must guard the night
Belief in phantoms, powers
And for the night-hags, someone must spill salt
And owls, another will brush your hair away
Until you can hear in the veins
In gutters still clasped by a hook
The chaos of a liquid, which
Cares nothing for time and the rain's tempo
To the skin bursting at the seams
Tales from Dziady, a Volkhv, witchcraft
You'll miss me one day
Man used to believe in beings
Used to believe in his very
Self, and herbalists were to care for people
When they went to the stream
Many feared for their villages and families
Nonsense and misunderstanding
And from a distance a moan was heard
An owl was nailed to the door
Hypnagogia in a lucid dream
Hypnagogia in a lucid dream
Another will brush your hair away
Until you hear the blood rush in your veins
In gutters still clasped by a hook
The chaos of a liquid, which
Cares nothing for time and the rain's tempo
To the skin bursting at the seams
Tales from Dziady, a Volkhv, witchcraft
You'll miss me one day
To the skin bursting at the seams
Tales from Dziady, the Sorcerer, a cry
You'll miss me one day