Pure paganism I worship in the woods
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Forest's mountains never saw by human eye
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Kingdom of the ancient and horned evil
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Covered by golden wood and black thorns
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My armor like a bark of old oak
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I rape my wounds and blood flows down to the ground
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Covered by the snow naked crowns of trees
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Like crying mothers Slavonic worshippers
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Pagan warriors hide in frozen wood
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Like black statues born in the heart of winterevil
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Ride on the thunders and moonstorms
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Where the land is open for full witching moon
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Mouth kiss the leaves fallen in the past
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Fingers touch the frozen land
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Pagan fears fall down on icy skin
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Wild eyes filled with dark-red blood
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Are staring into depths of virgin forest
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Where my grave on unholy land
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Covered by the snow...
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Winds carry me through Transylvania
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Virgin evil hidden in the blackest heart
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I joined the ceremony of wolves
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Where unsilent gods sit high on their goathrones
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Now the majesty is ready for pure holocaust
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The feast of Babylon whore and her wolf
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Transylvanian Forest
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