A forest of nocturnal cruelty<br />
Under the blowing frostwinds of the night<br />
Blade shadows over painful screams<br />
In spite of the pale moonlight<br />
A black circle of spectral faces<br />
Surrounded by tall dark trees<br />
Blood mingles with the nighted blackness<br />
A call for the rising mists<br />
Words of hatred and of pride<br />
In this vast and silent forest<br />
We write in consecrated blood<br />
The plans of our forthcoming conquest<br />
Cold winds born in damnation<br />
Torture their bodies with frozen pain<br />
Mine are these gathering black clouds<br />
Death comes through the nightskies again<br />
A call for the rising mists<br />
For the throne will be ours.