Marry the Widow

It is said that a cobblestone
Red, in the old white square
Marks where the Scourge of Men
Exhaled his last breath
Beyond the ancient forest
Where howl the wolf packs
By misty fogs crowned
The Black Mountain rises
Once, a long time ago these lands were ruled by a cruel Lord
The Voivode of the Black Mountain
Ten thousand nations surrendered to his force
Legendary armies fell at his Castle's doors
Never satisfied, extended the borders of his reign
Terror rode from (the) Black Mountain
Ten thousand emperors lost their head in these snows
Their bodies hung, eyes devoured by crows
On the way to (the) gallows he marched
Far from his throne on the Black Mountain
Marrying the widow of all who died
In the deadly hug of the rope
Not for a reason, nor for a purpose he holds on
Just to fill the void in his heart
Ten thousands legions, to the royal ring swore faith
But just the scent of a woman
The treason released
On the way to (the) gallows he marched
Far from his throne on the Black Mountain
Marrying the widow of all who died
In the deadly hug of the rope