Im riding through night so cold Im searching for thy christian soul Forest filled of haze looking eyes of mallice Hymn of glories trees Hera my disharmonious voice
Oak with frost surrounds thy spirits Knight so dark approach your flesh so rotten The sky is filled of solemn darkness Wailing cry is heard By the devil she's defiled
She's no longer pure no longer innocent Her soul belongs to me now
Her filthy face is guarded by the eyes if crystals carves
We're flying over valley of the hoarfrost Our home our land In a place were the sun never shines And were the blizzard never ends we are the kings
