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Pure paganism I worship in the woods |
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Forest's mountains never saw by human eye |
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Kingdom of the ancient and horned evil |
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Covered by golden wood and black thorns |
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My armor like a bark of old oak |
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I rape my wounds and blood flows down to the ground |
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Covered by the snow naked crowns of trees |
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Like crying mothers Slavonic worshippers |
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Pagan warriors hide in frozen wood |
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Like black statues born in the heart of winterevil |
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Ride on the thunders and moonstorms |
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Where the land is open for full witching moon |
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Mouth kiss the leaves fallen in the past |
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Fingers touch the frozen land |
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Pagan fears fall down on icy skin |
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Wild eyes filled with darkred blood |
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Are staring into depths of virgin forest |
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Where my grave on unholy land |
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Covered by the snow... |
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Winds carry me through Transylvania |
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Virgin evil hidden in the blackest heart |
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I joined the ceremony of wolves |
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Where unsilent gods sit high on their goathrones |
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Now the majesty is ready for pure holocaust |
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The feast of Babylon whore and her wolf |
