Par le passage au-delà des glaciers noirs
Vers les sommets enneigés des montagnes
Là où règne la noirceur éternelle
L'assaut de l'Au-Delà attend l'humanité
Ce sera l'aube de l'Apocalypse pour l'ignorance humaine
Et par le vent du Nord, j'invoquerai ma sorcellerie
Avec les rites de la lune noire...

Demonic fog through the pathways
Draping the world in black sorrow
Dream of the universe that shall darken
And behold a kingdom asleep
Hear the trumpets of damnation
Beyond the frozen trees...
To the snow-crowned mountains
Where hope left thousand years ago
Le froid et la nuit ont immortalisé le temps

Wolves eating the remains of the last city
The moon shines the tombs of the Ancient Ones
A sight of what happened long ago
And come back to this eternal slumber

The dark past won't be forgotten
As the morningstar rises
Now observe the nature's fury
Prey for your death

And haunting through the unholy dream
Breathing through the corpse of the Antichrist
I see the fog appearing again
Swallowing the last vision of devastation

Au seuil des ténèbres
Le soleil tire sa révérence
Nous sommes prêts à revenir
Plus forts que jamais
Trop longtemps ce tombeau fut fermé
La lumière dehors fut faible et pitoyable
Les glaces qui se formèrent
Sont maintenant devenues des monuments
De haines et d'une noirceur éternelle

Les plus bas fonds de l'Enfer sont à nos portes
Et la rage est prête à envahir
Ce monde sale et miséreux

Ouvrons les portes de l'oubli
Et répandons les cendres vers un autre monde
La vie qui était si prospère et majestueuse
Est maintenant devenue si horrible et fade
D'un profond dégoût et dépourvue de toute honnêteté
Disparaissant vers le néant

Que nous reste-t-il?
Cette honte laissée par les hommes
(Elle) a sali notre monde pour l'éternité

Lorsque la colère s'abattra de nouveau
Ce monde réalisera à quel point
Il a dépassé les limites de la tolérance
L'ignorance d'un peuple qui tire à sa fin

Que nous reste-t-il?
Cette honte laissée par les hommes
Que nous reste-t-il?
De la haine et une noirceur éternelle

Hate from beyond
The Other Side is calling your name
There is no more God
In the Northland

Humans are lost
Their lies and beliefs are raped
In their own blood and in the darkest corners
When the last rays of the sun died long ago
The terrible truth remained
It was the fall of Man

The storm has just begun

Enter the palace of death
A realm far in the mountains
Dreaming eyes of treason
Haunting their lost souls in silence

And despair...
Through their grievance

Shining from beyond
The Other Side is calling your name
There is no more God
In the Northland

Humans are lost
Their lies and beliefs are raped
In their own blood and in the darkest corners
When the last rays of the sun died long ago
The terrible truth remained
It was the fall of Man

The storm has just begun

When the dawn of flames took over the sunset
We all knew it was the beginning of the End
Everything was burnt, even waters of the world
It was an infinite descent into the abyss

The Beast was watching us...

All colours turned to red
The sight of the apocalypse
Our skin was torn and burnt to ashes
And eaten by the fury of Unholy One
We trembled at the feet of the vast landscape
Beholding the new moon that lit the last vision

Beside the howling winds of devastation
And the fog over that terrible scenery
That covered the new world
Plagued by the angels of death
We felt the true side of Evil

The devil was calling our names one by one
Then we became the new breath of the undead
Immortal I had become, and Creator of that new world
That was given to us

The Beast was watching us...

After the apocalypse came the frost
So cold that even the souls could not reach
No more humans were living
They were the banned race
Forests were growing again
And towers were built to observe
A dark place now pure from mankind

A cold wind of grief
Carries our tormented souls
In a land where darkness rises
In a land where the dawn comes in black
In the North, in the kingdom of eternal frost

Nightmarish sunless sky
Infinite frozen grounds
Majestic mountains
Cause we're far, far from the light of day
In the frozen North...

The coldest breeze of the night
Pierces our lifeless bodies
The snow covers all the fires of life
And the north wind blows all the hope to another desire
In the North, in the kingdom of eternal frost

Somber twilight of hopelessness
Fills the dark landscape

Infinite frozen grounds
Majestic mountains
Cause we're far, far from the light of day
In the frozen North...

I am the face of the sky...
...And thou shall worship the night...
The fog between the moons
Thy life thou shall take from this
Thy sisters are thou
And thou are the night
Mighty are the mirrors of the moon
For they shall reflect darkness
And no spell will be broken
As there are no one present
And the chanting of the nightbeasts
Shall bring forth thy powers
The mass of times, the highpriest's return
Devilish mood of black blood...
...For this is the hour of witches
And the crafts of darkness
Enter the fires...
...And thou shall have it all
For thou are this
And the night belongs to thee
Make me yours
Embrace my soul
For this is the hymn of evil
The witches' return...
I am the face of the sky...
...And thou shall worship the night...

In a time where madness reigns
All you hear is lamentations in the air
Awaiting the nocturnal winds of despair
And the return of the King

Under the moonlight and in the eternal shadows
I drowned you to the mysteries of the Other Side
In the forest of the damned you see the eyes of Belial
And the black curse of humans is at the gates
We can feel the fury of thousand pains
Diabolic hate is now in the northern atmosphere
A strong smell of rotting flesh...
We're all awaiting the return

Rites of the Black Moon

A new race of misanthropic shadows
Born in Hell's fire and raised in the night
Darken the whole land with their sombre shades

Emptiness fills their heart and their temples
No more beliefs for a dead God and light
Now the law is the saw

The past is alive
Hear the truth about the Creation and corruption
Turn your back to the pathetic and feeble souls
And this hypocrite void of nothingness

And the tribes of the moon come back
The return of darkness over the world
And the tombs are all open
To welcome the next century of doom
Through the eyes of Belial

Rites of the Black Moon