Pure paganism I worship in the woods 
 Forest's mountains never saw by human eye 
 Kingdom of the ancient and horned evil 
 Covered by golden wood and black thorns 
 My armor like a bark of old oak 
 I rape my wounds and blood flows down to the ground 

 Covered by the snow naked crowns of trees 
 Like crying mothers Slavonic worshippers 
 Pagan warriors hide in frozen wood 
 Like black statues born in the heart of winterevil 
 Ride on the thunders and moonstorms 
 Where the land is open for full witching moon 

 Mouth kiss the leaves fallen in the past 
 Fingers touch the frozen land 
 Pagan fears fall down on icy skin 
 Wild eyes filled with darkred blood 
 Are staring into depths of virgin forest 
 Where my grave on unholy land 

 Covered by the snow... 

 Winds carry me through Transylvania 
 Virgin evil hidden in the blackest heart 
 I joined the ceremony of wolves 
 Where unsilent gods sit high on their goathrones 
 Now the majesty is ready for pure holocaust 
 The feast of Babylon [bad word] and her wolf