Moments so rare Moments so precious Far beyondthe self Beyond all commonplaceness
A microcosm of horror A stronghold of blackness Frostbitten heart and wolfish hunger Misanthropy – the old – fashioned way
Far from the future Far from now Far from all the scum Close to the woods Close to the dark Close to the ancient black metal
Closer, closer to the edge The funeral wind start to blow The mundane reason is put to slleep So let the churches burn
Southern fire on winter days And northern coldness on summer nights I see the visions of the past And death's fingrprints on my whisky glass
Days of cathartic solitude I visit seven churches I raise the flag of hate I listen to morbid tales Welcome to hell
I know that hell awaits me I see blood fire death In the sign of evil I don't break the oath
Blood upon the altar All the witches dance Scarlet evil witching black I know the status are watcing
With transylvanian hunger I follow the freezing moon And i can hear carpatian wolvesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
