Winter wood is dark and perilous And tracks are quickly covered here with slash Grey-haired sorcerer is living here Semi-beast and semi-living man
He will pour his powder into fire Pitch-dark as coagulated blood He will see the ones from the beyond And will hear someone’s imperious call
Chorus: “Wizard, help me please, let me out of the dark Give your flesh to me and open the gate You will live forever, you will never die! You will get it all… And we will dominate!”
But the aged wizard will not yield He will challenge spirit to a fight. And this raging battle he will win None of his opponents has survived…
The evil is still locked there in the dark, The old man still performs nocturnal rites Nothing has disturbed the sleeping gods But again the wizard hears the cry…