THE CALLING OF BLACK MOON

Shine now,through my lonely heart

Your light became a piece of art
My soul is blessed by your spell
Your warmness makes me feel so well

I beg you to share your goods,

And to shine through my woods,
Heal and embrace my lifeless trees,
To revive the forest's soul,please!

One more soul and your calling is done,

And our battle against the Sun is won,
In my Blue Lake,your light will dive,
And finally,our connection will be alive.

THE KING OF THE FOREST

Blood moonlight summons the King

Leafless tree branches are his crown
Equilibrium between day and night, he will bring
And the chaotic souls will calm down.

The blackened leaves are blessed by his feet,

The silence of the wolves surrounds the trees,
His royal dinner will be the virgin's meat,
The King is near, so bow down on your knees!

REVENGE FOR MY BELOVED BROTHER

Virgins!Prepare your blood for my bath,

The forest will summon me this night,
Soon,the sons of Sun will feel my wrath,
They should be scared of the wolf`s bite.

Sweet moon,give me the true power of the sky!

Fill my soul with the light of the Blood Star,
I will not let my sweet,dark homeland to die!
I will send them to Hell,to heal my painful scar!

Dear cursed-crows,protect my trees with your lives!

This morning,I will bring chaos and death for that day,
The solar creatures will be slain by your wing-knives!
For the death of my beloved brother,The Sun will pay.
THE NIGHTMARE OF ANGELS

At the exit of the darkest place.,

Demons are flying above the moon,
Ravens are waiting for another grave,
Where angels will bleed and swoon.

Their blood paints the leafless branch,

Red flowers are blooming from their heads,
Their bones will start to rot and cranch
And finally,the remaining skin becomes our beds.

The Holy Light will be lost in darkness and agony,

Our clothes will be made from their torn wings,
Their screams sound like a beautiful rhapsody,
Their torn eyes are shiny like beautiful silver rings.

THE COLD HORNS OF TRANSYLVANIA

In the middle of the dark mountains,

Demons are flying above the moon,
They are bathing in blood fountains,
And the forests are blessed by their tune.

The lifeless trees are frozen by their breath,

Hellhounds are ready to be released,
They are here to bring chaos and death,
And the virgin's corpse will be their feast.