Black dominions by the legion of ghastly souls
Inside a dark crown cover of virgins' howlings
Without control of a "Big God" – where all bestial wishes can be true

Blasphemer wizards live here
Where every soul is tortured
For the preparation to represent our dark kingdom
Where the sun doesn't exist

Own ravens lair this crown of desolation and death
Whishing necrophilia is the sinnest virgins
And then diving together again
The slaves of pain suffer in your scars

Black witch ladies transporting wicked things
For each Christian soul hungry of "God"
Diabolical melodies born here
Created in bloody passions
On dark measures of pain
For satisfy own misanthropes wishes.

Majestic castles of hate growing here
Spirits fade to the dark side of thinks
Filthy collides of lost ghosts
Anti-celestial bloody demons
Cold averns for witchcraft prophesies
Close these dominions of the black crown

I'm who beneath in the night,
I'm who moan in the snow,
I'm who never has seen the light
I'm who arise from the deepest.

Our cars are the car of the death,
Our wings are the wings of faith,
Our breathes are the breath of the north,
Our preys are the cold and death.