Now We burn it up The evil men Of bones and blood Cruelty is our second nature We fall so deep Into the dark pleasure
Beyond the line of dark horizone Watch the final evil rising Sanctuary cries unfed We still crave to be dead So sweet dead
The evil lives forever In our hearts In grim and foggy weather You can touch the crystal night The moon is grinning wide Northern woods are snowy pale They tell a lot of dreadful tales About forsaken hungry ghosts About how wanderers get lost In the frost
When the blackness paints the sky The ritual fires are the only lights The coldest cryptic winds They bring delicious smell of night
It appears in the air, scaring and unreal But the dead, they moan in despair The evil men Of bones and blood
Our souls still burn With eternally glowing rage We turn The river of time Down to medieval age In darkness we exist In the frozen labyrinths The secrets of our underworld Are hidden by the mist