As the sunlight's getting dimmer Spreading crimson afterglow And the forest greets the dreamer Moonshine gleams upon the falling snow
Withered fallen leaves enshrouded By a blanket, white and cold The pale Wintermoon is clouded Malign its presence to behold
Howling winds are blowing cold Shake the trees with awesome might Ancient heathen dreams unfold In this silent winters night
And I see a wolf-drawn chariot Ride the starlit skies Feel the presence of the old gods From lost halls up high
And the stars and the moon gleam in frozen silver Flakes of snow and the leaves dance in swirling grace The cold wind blows a flute, tuned by ancient spirits Naked trees bow their heads to their masters face
Hear the screech-owl sound its mournful wailing Join the choirs of this unholy night The Wild Hunt rides on the snow so bright Driven by the chilling nightwind's gale
The heaven's join this strange nocturnal fairground Lighning flashes announce the roaring thunder Ancient spirits rise from ageless slumber To greet me as one of the old god's heirs
Deities of a long lost age Dance with spirits, naturebound But as morning dawn enters the stage They vanish with no trace to be found
Sunlight hurts my bloodshot eyes And my pale skin shuns the light Dreams of moonlit midnight skies Hide my pain beneath the cloak of night
Feeble minions of the cursed deceiver Watch your golden temples burn The Cross will crumble, Christ will shiver Behold the ancient gods returnTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
