Old scrawly gravestone never shivered with a storm
By the invoked force, ancient verses
The sepulchral dead silence darkens the mountain higher top

Ground burned by our pagan flames of redemption
Buried down witchcraft secrets, times and times Black Souls
Guardians of Sword and life lies on the Ice of the Fog

The twelfth Night comes we form the blasphemic ceremonial union
Awaiting the Signs of Death to open the Gates of our Lord


The icy winter Wind
On the top of the Mountain
Caresses my gravestone

Raised in Immortality

In my hindmost sacrfice hour

Hear up the ghostly gallop
The weak light of the Moon reflects
On the sharp blade and dazzle

My eyes in black that see the
One with scythe in hands and hood
It's howls of wind freezing Heckti

Finally it's defy! Says:

"And now we will die united

Do the Oath of the Ancestral Key
Come into the center of the pentagram burning
It's our code - And you are one!"


We read the Ancient M !@#*cripts, cursed words of Black Spell
And we see His kingdom by the opening of the Gates

Under His sceptre we are named as Glorious Black hor!@&( of Hell
This is the evil seed from a triumphant race
I enter into the endless forests alone glorified by the Key

An invisible power guides my eyes and sword
Roving through the Night by the shadow of the scrawly gravestone
Raised in my cold mountain in the head of my grave


The icy winter Wind
From the top of the Mountain

Caresses my gravestone
Raised in Immortality