The forest is dying
In the heat of the sun
The countryside is burning
Dying birds on dying trees
They sing their last song.
The sky turns dark, the sun
Falls apart.
Full moon shines.
The sky opens up
From the next world arrives Vata.

Ice cold fire burning in his eyes
Awakening, from the other world
Into this real one.
Wolves licking my body, frozen in ice desire grows the desire of....

It brings eternal winter
Onto the sizzling countryside.
The mourning is still painful
My soul frozen in ice.

Adramarah calls me again
I stepped into his dream
Piercing coldness embraces me.
I feel the power of the next world
I feel the power of the Lord of emptiness.

Now I think back
A strange feeling, as I lie buried
In the frozen ground, I feel the coldness
Of the sweeping winter storm

Awesome power
Emptiness
Loneliness
Spiritual journey
On the edge of the horizon.
The moon projects dream images.
Frozen mourning calls
On the eve of the pagan winter

On a November night
Dreamworld, in the frozen
Reflection of the sea.
Internal powers draw me in
Inside my own self.
Paralysed voices
In a virtual reality.

Frozen mourning calls
On the eve of the pagan winter

The pentagram is frozen, in your dark dreams
There are butchered christian priests
Falling in the common grave
Blood of Christ paints my face.
Disgraced godly thoughts,
Thousand believers' souls
A burning church brings me joy,
Many believers affection burns in there.

My dark spirit purified after an unholy blasphemy.
Frozen pentagram shines on the night of the massacre.

My body is split open
At dawning of pain.
Come, step inside and dream on.
Beautiful suffering it is
On the other side of another dimension.
"With dead bodies we hug each other
I touch you with my ice cold fingers."

Do you feel it?

"We dance together, on the horizon
Of eternal sadness,"

Winter veil covers us.

"Wake up, on the day of your funeral
Praise the Lord"

For this beautiful night.