| Lyrics: | The black Northern winds, swept the dust
who covered my ancient tomb.
The prophecy of the
ancient millenary,
call the horde of the goat...
Darkness entomb, the souls of the
saints
sentenced in front of the goathrone.
Sacrificial...
Drinking the
blood!
Ritual...
Burn the crypt!
The unhealthy moonlight, rise my altar of corporal
sacrifice.
On a ground cover of ice,
the ritual of Northern fullmoon,
the desire of
infernal majesty,
the submissiveness of the Black Pentagram.
The clouds of blood, watch
for again, their immediate victims. |
