Now
We burn it up
The evil men
Of  bones and blood [bad word] is our second nature
We fall so deep
Into the dark pleasure

Beyond the line of dark horizone
Watch the final evil rising
Sanctuary cries unfed
We still crave to be dead
So sweet dead

The evil lives forever
In our hearts
In grim and foggy weather
You can touch the crystal night
The moon is grinning wide
Northern woods are snowy pale
They tell a lot of dreadful tales
About forsaken hungry ghosts
About how wanderers get lost
In the frost

When the blackness paints the sky
The ritual fires are the only lights
The coldest cryptic winds
They bring delicious smell of night

It appears in the air, scaring and unreal
But the dead, they moan in despair
The evil men
Of bones and blood

Our souls still burn
With eternally glowing rage
We turn
The river of time
Down to medieval age
In darkness we exist
In the frozen labyrinths
The secrets of our underworld
Are hidden by the mist