Among the silence where the woods freeze The skies remain grim to rejoice the winter wolves That came from beyond the misty hills Approached to gather at the immaculate soil I am of them to obliterate the God's traces I am of them to disavow the son thrice I am of them to suffocate the spirit with hatred I am of them to mock those raped by the luminous realm Mountains - the calm witness to these Conjuring and transcending rites My face adorned with the hoarfrost Atop the mount unapproachable plateau Glance upon the grey locust That drowned their innate pride Into the mud of idolatry Out of reach of the failure monuments sight casting the stones in powerless incomprehensibility I watch them hovering beneath our feet Stand as a part of the limited circle In the sphere I climbed once Conquering the steps gropingly then aware Filth nest I've left by my will as so few dared before Over those of torn off knees and shattered brows Forlorn attempts to reach beyond From the grotesque usurper's blessed void Distinguish the worms creeping in wolf masks And drag them back into their divine swamp And then amidst the silent woods I shall intone the heretic chant...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
