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