Winter is the only season
Blinded by fog yet unveiled by darkness
This path holier than the heaven stairs
A cosmic winds drive me
Into a hut beyond great mountains

A hut that no one should coming
A hut made of wood
Determine someone's life
A thin wall that covered by unseen blood
Entering a heathen's hut

Ritual has been prepared
Praise is on the run
Chanting a name repeatedly
To the whispering wind
To the howling wolves
Put this curses on them

Blinded by fog yet unveiled by darkness
A cosmic winds drive me walking
Into a blazing hut

Nightmare is coming afterwards
Coffin dragged to the lake
Impure burials prevail
Mourning are pleasing

A hut that everyone should afraid of
A hut made of flesh
Eating the hated souls
A thin wall that covered by unseen blood
Entering a heathen's hut

Old woman near to death
Calling my name in a whisper
Covering my face with her filthy blood
Under the bloody moon her crown is mine

Blinded by blood all I see is now darkness
A glorious path to the hell
In a holy hut

Baptized by witch suffering from heredity
Blasphemous rites
In a blazing hut

A hut where all the spells being said
A hut made of hate
Smell the stench of the burning hate
A thin wall that covered by unseen blood
Entering a heathen's hut

Now everything went to eternity
Trees of hatred now growing
To a sky full of blood
As full moon is calling my name

Hooded priests in the woods gather to bless the blackened skies
As pray to the rotten souls

Bodies lay on the ground
Eyes burned to black
See nothing but sinners

A holy mass
Red blood wine runs out of the holy skulls
Necromantic rites will soon to end

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