Possessed by the darknesss
Which fills these endless nights
Underneath the horns
(Of madness)
The old days aer present date again:
Sabbaths in the sign of hell
Gathering in the shadows
Of the Moonlight
Calling for the dead
In the fog of this unholy night
Infernal cold winds appear
Calling the unholy forces
Deep in the forest,
Inbetween the trees,
Underneath a funeral moonlight
Surrounded by darkness
And sorrow
The rise of a cult in the woods
The Goat Lord has returned
In the name of blasphemy
Blackness covers
The face of the earth
Entering the eternal frost
...And the trees that whisper
Will be silent forever more