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

Born among the dead
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 is covered in fog
Holocaust winds are eternal

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

When the night comes to the mountain
And ravens fly around
The forest shine with the full moonlight
The old castle where the shadows die...
Old grey wolves surround me
Licking my bloody hands
Howling to the winter moon
Then guard my grave
Hidden in the misty landscape
Hidden in my shadow...