Forest Of My Native Soil

Triumphant Nordic wind I can feel on by bare skin
So cold that it feels like a knife that cuts my flesh
In the embrace of winter snow I reveal my sins
With my frozen eyes I can see
Darkness surrounding me and these frozen white trees
Mist rises from the forests ground, the forests of my native soil
It's so cold, so dark, so pure.

In this moment there is nothing else in this world
Suicidal winds carries out the breath of nuclear winter
I see the life fleeing before my eyes
Weak mortality shattered to frozen pieces
Satanic wrath guiding my path into this night side realm.

Wounds opened once again, cold blood slowly flows, blood stained frozen steel I hold in my hands
Purged realm of my immortality, the blackest horns are my crown
Darkness spreads like mist over this lifeless soil, and full moon glitters on the snow
Like once did the wielding swords in the night
As I stand here in the dark, moonshine only light of mine.