On the day of my final sacrifice the chilling steel open my veins Blood stains my skin Silver chalice must be filled... Drinking the poisoned blood I enter my shadowed coffin Two goathorns in my hands I raise my arms and close my eyes to receive the infernal hails from my brother in the land of the damned The howling wind blows in the naked trees Moonlit fields are glowing in the dark Below me, the path to the cemetary where my spiritual brother take me They halt at the shadow of an oak My nocturnal funeral commence Laying in my blasphemous sleep I am lowered down to the pit A raven sings my last song as the wolves howl their goodbyes The funeral moon glows strongly now for I am nearly there This night of late October the darkside opens it's gate Morbid souls wait for me For satanic conspiracy Flowers of doom Rising in bloom You will see Our immortality! __________ Inn I De Dype Skogers Favn Det gaar en vei over fjellet inn i de dype skogers savn Garder her led grusom skjebne Ved likbaal sørget mang en ravn Pesten trod den Norske mark fra havn over land til annen havn Med tunge subbende skritt den seg inn i de dype skogers favn Dauden i sort gjorde sjelen frossen, gjorde huden veik under en norrøn himmel Det gaar en vei over fjellet inn i de dype skogers favn Langsom vandring fører meg inn i det dunkle skogsriket For aa finde en gard, eldet og forlatt fra en ensom, sort og endeløs natt...