Оригинален текст
The ghost goes out in rags,
Eyes aglow like embers,
When the cold wind blows,
Embers are sparkling and aflame.
Burning head i ride,
On the blackened timber,
Sink the fearful night
For this day is open, it begins
The ghost goes out in rags,
Eyes aglow like embers,
When the cold wind blows,
Embers are sparkling and aflame.
Burning head i ride,
On the blackened timber,
Sink the fearful night
For this day is open, it begins