Countess all dressed in red, forsaken in your fortress in the heart of dark mountains,
lulled by the crying crows, your waiting for the return of he who made your heart beat,
until losing rest forever, to believe tedieum... Your eyes are so black, the evil was
already inside you.. Oh

God of Heaven, Hear my cries of anguish
I'm in pain
I've suffered a thousand deaths but I live on in vain

Death would greet with eternal sleep
My soul would come to peace
My life had ceased
The time was comed
Can no-one hear my pleas

Lowered down in the moisty

All is dead around me, as I am... A battlefield representing my life,
where I will stay inert, for eternity, wathced by the raven spirit...
...everithing was just illusion, only death is real...

En flod siver ut av mine årer, mörkt blod, denne varme søte strømmen som gir livet,
siver obønnhørlig utover, stivner på bakken, dekker den lik nattens stjerner om dagen!
sneen med sin klare, skarpe kulde, faller lydløst, dekker min dodelig oppskårede
kropp, og i dypet av denne skog,

A rain of tears streams down what was my face, the last sparkling stars in this
gloomy ocean.. All is darkening, blackness covers the sky and falls to earth,
merging with the dark poison which rises from the depths of my naked soul...
Shadows from the past dancing in dark flames, und

The cold winds of mayhem squalls through the dark and deep forest brings the smell
of decayed flesh, intensifies this desire for murder. Cycle of werewolf... Hells wrath
spawn, this night of rape and blood, I was born in the light of the fullmoon and
baptised in the scared blood of t

Der hvor jorden er evig kald, og deres hemelighetr gjemmes i de dype skoger, de mørke
Skyer dras ned i den evig undergan lynets lyd slår mot en blodig himmel vinden fra
Nord tar, med seg vår blasfemi til hel's distre rike, jeg vet at du oss ser, oh mor av de
Mørke tider! jeg vet at d

She's got the long fangs of a boar, two smooth golden wings, she's got bronze hands,
with sharp claws, her poison blood running through her ophidian corpse is magic, it's a
cure, a real fucking venom linked to Gaia, it gives life to a warrior, a winged horse, nobody
resists her diabo

I have drunk the smelly christian blood of one thousand pregnant women
Twisted their pitiful lifes and their souls in order to burst in the nothingness
All that I touch and contemplate must slowly perish in suffering
I am the wizard born from a blazing coal
Inhabiting the tombs o