Delightful night...
When the foolmoon lights cemetery's valley
Winds of frost strike my tomb
When I am in eternal sleep
When wild storms dwell
Wind blows through the Baltic
Instincts unleash the war inside
And strike the sky with holocausthunder 

Mountains sleep, the forest
Covers freezing land where I was born
Now I walk among the castles
Watch the streams of frozen tears
Spilled with blood of forefathers
Nightbreeze feed my spiritual form
And spirits gather, floating on the mist 

My eastern empires spread the wings of winter
Visions of [bad word] [bad word] and tragedies
Tasting pure sun, fade into the pit
And walk thought my beloved, endless woods... 

I summon all the beauty Evil
To rape the bodies of your disciples
Too long I hide in the shades of woods...
And now I build my beauty Hall
Wallachian tyrant, i bring a winter
 [bad word] with frost and burning hate
Follow the Gods of Eastern lands
Being the battle which blows the earth