Dark winter again and freezing grimly
To my endless forest realm
Hidden by the misty fog
A desire to prevail this land again
Death in your eyes is the beast I am

I am standing on the mighty hills with my sword
As the darkened centuries before the light
To refresh the blood river on my sword blade
I call the spirits of thousand cemeteries

To gather again then spill blood in battlefields
I call the hell’s infernal seven winds
To blow again, then bring enemy to the deepest abyss
I sit on my black throne and look to the black clouds

As the times after the war and drink the cursed blood
Of enemies from the skull-shaped chalice
Only light is candles’, thousand candles’
Black candles and their dim light
Dancing on grey cold stones of infernal halls