Pure paganism I worship in the woodsForest's mountains never saw by human eyeKingdom of the ancient and horned evilCovered by golden wood and black thornsMy armor like a bark of old oakI rape my wounds and blood flows down to the ground
Covered by the snow naked crowns of treesLike crying mothers slavonic worshippersPagan warriors hide in frozen woodLike black statues born in the heart of winterevilRide on the thunders and moonstormsWhere the land is open for full witching moon
Mouth kiss the leaves fallen in the pastFingers touch the frozen landPagan fears fall down on icy skinWild eyes filled with dark-red bloodAre staring into depths of virgin forestWhere my grave on unholy land
Covered by the snow...
Winds carry me through transylvaniaVirgin evil hidden in the blackest heartI joined the ceremony of wolvesWhere unsilent gods sit high on their goathronesNow the majesty is ready for pure holocaustThe feast of babylon whore and her wolf