As beasts we wander in the hostile forest
The craving for slaughter leads our steps
And the wind which blows through branches of dead trees
Bites our souls & fills our minds
With a frosty madness.

Full moon below our heads
We walk in the cold night
Of this everlasting winter
Howling wolves run at our sides
And ravens sing our hike.

The massacre wind bites our souls
And fills our minds with a frosty madness
Into the glowing light of a December full moon
The craving for slaughter leads our steps.

The snow is now red from blood…
Forces of Evil always win
And we are its weapons !