Old scrawly gravestone never shivered with a storm
By the invoked force, ancient verses
The sepulchral dead silence darkens
the mountain higher top
Ground burned by our pagan flames of redemption
Buried down witchcraft secrets, times and times Black
Souls
Guardians of Sword and life lies on the Ice of the Fog
The twelfth Night comes we form the blasphemic ceremonial
union
Awaiting the Signs of Death to open the Gates of our Lord
The icy winter Wind
On the top of the Mountain
Caresses my
gravestone
Raised in Immortality
In my hindmost sacrfice hour
hear up the ghostly gallop
The weak light of the Moon
reflects
On the sharp blade and dazzle
My eyes in black that see the
One with scythe in hands and hood
Its howls of wind
freezing Heckti
Finally its defy! Says:
"And now we will die united
Do the Oath of the Ancestral Key
Come into the center
of the pentagram burning
It's our code - And you are one !"
We read the Ancient Manuscripts, cursed words of Black Spell
And
we see His kingdom by the opening of the Gates
Under His sceptre we are named as Glorious Black horsemen of Hell
This is the evil
seed from a triumphant race
I enter into the endless forests alone glorified by the Key
An invisible power guides my eyes and
sword
Roving through the Night by the shadow of the scrawly gravestone
Raised in my cold mountain in the head of my grave
The
icy winter Wind
From the top of the Mountain
Caresses my gravestone
Raised in Immortality