Transylvanian Forest

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 whore and her wolf