The winter ghosts haunt me again
With feverish nightmares and ill tempers
In the loneliness and filth of my lair
Where blood and bilis are sacred and holy.

Eucharist of madness, rites of damnation!
As the skies blacken in despair and sorrows
I fill this cup with disgusting brews,
Welcome be the demons of intoxication!

The snow and frost have covered my hopes
For any sort of salvation in the spring to come,
So, with this bottle I nail my soul to the Devil's altar
Let's drown ourselves in decadence,
Salud!

The lifeless shadows
Feast with me in this lair
Faceless spirits
Have grown within these walls,
No redemption comes for us
I've embraced our agony
As the sacrament of this rite.
Let the wine of our disease flow!
Let the winter go on!
I vomit my despise upon this world.

Monsters, demons, horrible visions!
The winds bring old sad songs,
And the black clouds keep weeping,
As my blood feeds the most sickening faith
For the Dark Gods.

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