BEHEMOTH - Pan Satyros
Delightful night...
When the fullmoon lights cemetery’s valley
Win ds of frost strike my tomb
When I am in eternal sleep
When wild storms dwell
Win d blows through the Baltic
Instin cts unleash the war in side
And strike the sky with holocausthunder
Mountain s sleep, the forest
Covers freezin g land where I was born
Now I walk among the castles
Watch the streams of frozen tears
Spilled with blood of forefathers
Nightbreeze feed my spiritual form
And spirits gather, floatin g in the mist
My eastern empires spread win gs of win ter
Visions of destructions ruin and tragedies
Tastin g pure sin , fade in to the pit
And walk through my beloved, endless woods...
I summon all the beauty Evil
To rape the bodies of your disciples
Too long I hide in shades of woods...
And now I build my beauty Hall
Wallachian tyrant, I brin g a win ter
I come with frost and burnin g hate
Follow the Gods of Eastern Lands
Bein g the battle which blows the earth
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