Posejnianka - To Die Twice [gothic folk rock]

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Historia bolkowskiego upiora, inspirowana "Legendami bolkowskimi":
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In Bolków's shade, where whispers die,
A ghost arose beneath the sky.
With silent steps, it crept at night,
To choke the breath and steal the light.

Oh, curse the dark that brings the end,
The blood of maidens to descend.
The wretched soul that feeds on fright,
A phantom’s kiss in dead of night.

The villagers locked their doors with care,
Their hearts in dread, their eyes in prayer.
No sacred word, no bolt, no plea,
Could halt the shadow's misery.

Oh, curse the dark that brings the end,
The blood of maidens to descend.
The wretched soul that feeds on fright,
A phantom’s kiss in dead of night.

In whispers low, the story spread,
Of a woman once thought dead.
Her body cold, beneath the earth,
Yet in her grave, she found rebirth.

Oh, curse the dark that brings the end,
The blood of maidens to descend.
The wretched soul that feeds on fright,
A phantom’s kiss in dead of night.

A woman's form, with hair of black,
A twisted crown of leaf and track.
Her eyes aflame, her face aglow,
The mark of death, the death below.

Oh, curse the dark that brings the end,
The blood of maidens to descend.
The wretched soul that feeds on fright,
A phantom’s kiss in dead of night.

They dug her grave, her skin so fair,
No deathly pallor in the air.
A woman young, her lips a smile,
A witch, they said, who lived in style.

Oh, curse the dark that brings the end,
The blood of maidens to descend.
The wretched soul that feeds on fright,
A phantom’s kiss in dead of night.

With flames that roared, her end was near,
The villagers’ voices filled with fear.
The night was still, the dawn was bright,
But Bolków slept in peace that night.

Oh, curse the dark that brings the end,
The blood of maidens to descend.
The wretched soul that feeds on fright,
A phantom’s kiss in dead of night.