Wolves Guard My Coffin - [Sventevith (Storming Near The Baltic) 1995]
Delightful night... When the foolmoon lights cemetery's valley Winds of frost strike my tomb When I am in eternal sleep When wild storms dwell Wind blows through the Baltic Instincts unleash the war inside And strike the sky with holocausthunder
Mountains sleep, the forest Covers freezing land where I was born Now I walk among the castles Watch the streams of frozen tears Spilled with blood of forefathers Nightbreeze feed my spiritual form And spirits gather, floating on the mist
My eastern empires spread the wings of winter Visions of destruction, ruins and tragedies Tasting pure sun, fade into the pit And walk thought my beloved, endless woods...
I summon all the beauty Evil To rape the bodies of your disciples Too long I hide in the shades of woods... And now I build my beauty Hall Wallachian tyrant, i bring a winter I come with frost and burning hate Follow the Gods of Eastern lands Being the battle which blows the earth