I've crossed the plains , slept in deep woods I've talked with wolves on the secrets of the mountain an ancient evil , ealking the earth is haunting his enemy , his nemesis eternal in the calm of the waater , that mirrors the white moon, I await the day i'll take my sword again In the forest is running the winterdemon followed by a storm that kills every life form Secrets of past never told before , are awaiting for their summoning In the darkest places , under mighty mountains , is the spirit of an ancient warrior of the north... he remembers the battles , so great and so hateful where he brokess bones and drunk blood from the skulls like a black shadow , he was cast by the moon , and by revenge that he wants on humanity pale eyes , and long hairs , white skin and lips naked in the woods lies the spirit of the past! chroonicles of divine , misanthropic devastation mutilated and sliced bodies are all bleeding and slowly rotting , and the cracked head of priest make me laugh for all the time, so I take a fucked cross and use it for the final blow Secrets of past never told before , are awaiting for their summoning