terra firma nature's grand and last mistake Plant the poisoned seed and set the severed fruits awake Burning like frozen relics In God's archaic graveland
In the glare of furious lightnings spell of the damned runic words, Altar of uncoagulated blood altar surrounding the women wolves.
At the pagan Samain night, I entered the Darkside, Evil arrived far from the North, I known the might of Demonlord.
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The frost tries to reach us, with its cruel cold hands the cold witheness hurts our eyes and we still march with wind in the face. We follow the trace
I was a child when they took me away from my family I remember long and frosty winter and people looking hopelessly for food from this ancient time our
No more reign of crosses with hanging corpses of god's son Enough damned bells of false asshole's temples I raise the ancient gods I summon the honest
For freedom - Death For freedom - Blood For freedom - Fire For freedom - Destruction Warrior awake And step upon the path of honor Bid farewell to your
"I am Darken, black druid of darkness and warrior of the new aeon... I surround myself by blackness, because I wage war in the name of my land... in the
One day en eagle kidnapped him. When he was only two years old. Eagle raised him to infinite expanses And brought him to his nest. Eagle's claws were
Following The Voice Of Blood In my bloody hands I sway the flag of my Folk, my blood bubbles with rage and hatred.I know who I am and I know my destiny
The days when ancient blood Will awake in the hearts of white men and women Our banners will rise to the sky And will flap with joy on wind Ancient widsom
Thousand of fallen angels Rows of condamned souls Black riders of abyss Beast of haired and cruelty We arrive on the chariots of fire We sign our way
They came from the south in the sunshine covered by black hoods with the crosses in their hands false sons of false god They arose their black temples
Cruel storm is lashing my ship I hear my people's cries Wind sweeps their words away and carry off into the abyss Icy rain pierces through our bodies
When the dark clouds in the sky full of the black ravens, Announce the time of great trial. Each man takes his sword, His shield and sets out on a journey
There is a place where evil lives, There are woods where people die, At midnight blood is more precious than gold. In the Northern Carpathians.
Awoken spirits of the carpathian forest come, hands of the dead beat the kettle drums with wrath. Wolfish hordes awoken by the fullmoon, follow the smell
