"It is the dawn of a new morning at the Mountains of Silver
And I would rather live in the ice than in the middle of
The modern virtue and other southern winds"
(Friedrich Nietzsche)

When the cold winds blows the fog away
Releasing dark shining shapes of a mystic forest.
I embrace the Nightfall
Old voices from ancient Witches announce
The gathering of thee
... The ones of a thousand young.
Here in the North... where we come forth to assemble.
Where I Knee unto thee...
Four times one and one are all.
The four crowned Princes of Hell.
The ones with the Sigil of Evil...
Witness... the Goat on Fire. Who feed my desire.
The Goat on Fire.
A goat with the Northern Ice.
A goat with the Southern Fire.
Rex Tenebrarum! The crow over my soul.
Tremendae Majestatis. The raven inside my Heart...
Four times one and one are all.
The four crowned princes of Hell
The ones with the Sigil of Evil...
Goat on Fire... Come feed my desire.

Hear the howling...

As the light falls and darkness paints the sky in black,
A cold Moon shines
And the red somber eyes awake, the forest whispers...
Oh! Whispers my unholy name,
From a frozen Mist I rise, I, Wolf, rise!
And my brothers will attack under this blood sign...

Wolves from the fog will join in a nocturnal operetta.
When the wind sounds bohemia
And the trumpets loud bacchanal.
Oh! Fausts and nymphs the joy of Nahima,
Mistress of the Sabbat.
Soon we'll be embraced by our father - the one with horns.
Satan is rejoicing in pleasure destroying the shapes of flesh.
... And once again from the fog,
With horns on head came the Wolf
Carrying in is shoulder the sacrifice,
A beauty to this Walpurgis Eve.
As, to the somber image of our God,
The Wolf with Horns I walk!