Long road waits for me
Guided by the warring souls
I wait to find the loneliness
Son of the shades

Born among the deads
Heir of the darkness
Looking for the souls in the shades
The wind blows between the hills
Distant drums sound
Remembering hymns of war
Through infernal woods
THe Moon looks for my spirit
THe forest covered in fog
Holocaust winds are eternal

Pure hate enter my soul
I spread my curse of blasphemy
Unholy gleam in my eyes
My spirit waits for it