Chanting of the soul

Михаил Ефимкин
sound of the wind
in the midnight storm
I'll listen to your bit
when the days are gone

dreadness of the Dark
fear no more
there will come the light
shining at the door

howl of the night
breaks no lofty walls
your allmighty fright
wandering in the old halls

and now you are to hear
the bell of the freedom
you know that I'm near
my love is forbidden