Barbarism Returns

Living, dead and dying We stand covered by Black shroud We await the moon and wind Fire burning on the altar Burnt the incautious spirits By it's red glare, awoke the magic stones We've united good and evil We've created the highest power Magic and might of dark blood Blood from the scars of wounded Gods Runes engraved by Devils Besmeared by the Black Blood In the Glare of furious lightning's Spell of the damned runic words Altar of uncoagulated blood Altar surrounded by the women-wolves The words pledged to moon We repeat incantations written in blood Spirits come and walk among us We curse their fear and awe We curse our mercy May my soul burn in the fore of purity Evil wind tears the trees Moon hidden over the clouds Black smoke teases our eyes Burnt blood charms by it's smell Night of the ultimate darkness Elected it's sacrifice, it's tribute Feeding by our fear and our pain