A Dark Dream Yes, It is a Dark Dream, and coldful hatred hidden behind it... I'm still dreaming, I've been getting stronger, because of this dream for
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Endless night Blood on mouth Bloodred moon At the sky Forest around us Prime home Of cursed souls Black hateful metal Legions of evil Heirs to the tradition
I don't regret anything the bridges of life, Feeling the earth's cold on my face. I come to you, Oh, wonderful death! Rending the sight, Hiding the thought
Under the grey dust of oblivion Foul by the leg of god on the cross The bones of pagan kingdoms rest Worshipped by their warriors Praised by the psalms
My Pagan Fatherland (Evil Power's Night) When the trees become back, the time comes The red blaze appears in the sky holding the clouds of hatred. When
Born because of Darkness Full of primitive evil, We life again. United by hatred, We go hurting the weak We kill enemies - purify the soul. Our existences
Where our world is - the land of full moon? Will that once had been ever come back? Where's your pride, White Man? Has the cross veiled your eyes? For
When the trees become back, the time comes The red blaze appears in the sky holding the clouds of hatred. When the forest becomes black The time of transformation
I don't regret anything the bridges of life, Feeling the earth's cold on my face. I come to you, Oh, wonderful death! Rending the sight, Hiding the
