As night falls down 'pon this wretched ground
I descend the fog-valleys below
With no man, nor beast, but naked trees around
And the moon that all light has bled
I plunge into the hail of tempest
Devoured by the firmament
Let no joyful sound
Spoil this winter air
Let only be foul skies
Ardent and arcid
Linger on in despair
This soil is black again
The soil is black and dead
The soil is black and dead
Cursed... Be my tribe
Cursed... Be our land
Cursed... Borned my tokens
Cursed... Sacrificed in vain
To Maras, heathen demon of old
To Maras, the demon that destroys
To Maras, we must all burn
To Maras, on the path of no return
Rites of a death-hammer
Oh, the salt of the earth
Procession through one to another
On the path where I mourn
Barren path on no return
What once was I now is dead
Embered bonefires forever shine
What once was I shall be again
There, at the summit of Prokletije
