We lost the battle in 830 when white-christ arrived His servants proclaimed him king over our proud icy North Our ancients gods were dead, all pagans subdued But a few of us remained, withdrawn to the forest The unholy forest
While they celebrated their holy victory By erecting churches to worship their almighty god We wandered deeper and deeper into the dark forest The dark forest where we found our new master Cleansed of compassion and other mortal frailties We were reborn in the name of the darkness And nothing remained of what we used to be But the burning hate for the servants of white-christ
Embraced by the shadows of the dark winternight We follow the path into the black eternity Our pale faces of evil glowing in the moonlight Dressed in black with axes, knives and spikes Roaming the darkness awaiting our prey Death to those who dare cross our path We were reborn of the dark under a desolate moon Children of the night, we are the true evil
In darkness we bide our time, we the true evil Waiting for the day when darkness rape the light We may have lost one battle but we shall win the final war Where sunlight died darkness was born Darkness was born
A storm is brewing over the black northern forest This is the day for which we have longed And from the shadows of our hiding we emerge It has begunTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
