| Pure paganism I worship in the woods
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| Forest’s mountains never saw by human eye
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| Kingdom of the ancient and horned evil
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| Covered by golden wood and black thorns
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| My armor like a bark of old oak
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| I rape my wounds and blood flows down to the ground
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| Covered by the snow naked crowns of trees
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| Like crying mothers Slavonic worshippers
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| Pagan warriors hide in frozen wood
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| Like black statues born in the heart of winterevil
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| Ride on the thunders and moonstorms
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| Where the land is open for full witching moon
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| Mouth kiss the leaves fallen in the past
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| Fingers touch the frozen land
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| Pagan fears fall down on icy skin
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| Wild eyes filled with dark-red blood
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| Are staring into depths of virgin forest
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| Where my grave on unholy land
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| Covered by the snow…
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| Winds carry me through Transylvania
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| Virgin evil hidden in the blackest heart
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| I joined the ceremony of wolves
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| Where unsilent gods sit high on their goathrones
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| Now the majesty is ready for pure holocaust
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| The feast of Babylon whore and her wolf |