In the hush of dusk, where myths embark
The land cloaked in a veil so stark
Echoes of a time when gods did roam
In the heart of Slavia, our spectral home
In the twilight's gloom, where shadows loom
The whispers of the ancient trees resume
Beneath the moon's pale, haunting light
Slavic tales stir the air of night
Hear the whispering pines, the omen signs
As the night unveils its cryptic lines
The earth below, the sky overhead
Entwined with spirits of the dread
Entwined with spirits of the dread
Oh, the twilight calls, in the forest halls
Where the spirits dance and the raven calls
In the silence deep, where the legends creep
The Slavic souls through the darkness sweep
The Moroz's breath, a chilling death
Frost upon the ground, it etches beneath
Rusalka's wail, a sorrowful tale
By the river's bend, she lures without fail
Oh, the twilight calls, in the forest halls
Where the spirits dance and the raven calls
In the silence deep, where the legends creep
The Slavic souls through the darkness sweep
Baba Yaga's flight, in the dead of night
Her mortar soars, a fearsome sight
Koschei's bones, in his darkened thrones
Guarding secrets, in hushed tones
In the forest's heart, where the dark arts start
Likho's gaze, a curse to impart
Morena's frost, in the twilight lost
Her icy reign, a line uncrossed
In this lies, where legends dwell
The tales of twilight bid their farewell
Through the whispering winds, the stories flow
Carrying secrets only the night will know
As dawn approaches, the tales take flight
Leaving behind the echoes of the night