There’s nothing to fear in the blackened woods Here I can see eternal life At night the forest is calm Mesmerised by haunting trees Thou shalt suffer In the woods of eternal hate Our elders were forest dwellers Shadows of the forest
Finding relics of an elder race I prepare to take my own life God cannot send his spirits to save my soul The indistinct representation or indication of something to come The wolves constantly howling at the moon Night demon of the second of December Ghosts of the ancients still dwell here Forgotten myths have come to life
The wastelands my home forevermore To slaughter the one called Jehovah Only could I see the foreground of the forest Hearing sorrowful cries of mourning
Mans highest spiritual effort Subject to demonic impression Sorrow: black and sinister The murder of crows Souls continue to exist As shades in constant thirst The soul may eventually Become non-existentTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
