In this great night macabre
the ritual profane begins
the clearing of the sacred grove
my soul faces the cold death

Your face haunts the dark valley
we seek the wisdom of the serpent
pagan worship begins
the goddess of cold fire

we seek your wisdom

beautiful ladies naked in the forest
dancing the darkest song
her eyes bright with desire
an invitation to carnal pleasures

drums and flutes announce
the most febrile movements
intoxicating desires
They lead us to a warm abyss

Oh great Pyrena
your eyes open
Death godness

Thou hast Your Address
beyond the stars
approaching you from the land of the elect!

It makes us know Kâlibur,
The Cold Death of Your Look!
And it makes us live in Death
the freezing Your Life!

Navutan guide us by war
the wisdom of the spirit