Forgarður Helvítis

Under a funeral moon (Dark throne)

Forgarður Helvítis


On the day of my final sacrifice 
the chilling steel open my veins 
Blood stains my skin 
Silver chalice must be filled... 

Drinking the poisoned blood 
I enter my shadowed coffin 
Two goathorns in my hands 
I raise my arms and close my eyes 
to receive the infernal hails 
from my brother in the land of the damned 

The howling wind blows in the naked trees 
Moonlit fields are glowing in the dark 
Below me, the path to the cemetary 
where my spiritual brother take me 

They halt at the shadow of an oak 
My nocturnal funeral commence 
Laying in my blasphemous sleep 
I am lowered down to the pit 

A raven sings my last song 
as the wolves howl their goodbyes 
The funeral moon glows strongly now 
for I am nearly there 

This night of late October 
the darkside opens it's gate 
Morbid souls wait for me 
For satanic conspiracy 

Flowers of doom 
Rising in bloom 
You will see 
Our immortality!