The ancient black spirit still lives The ancient black heart still beats Now the earth in cemetery is still icy and mysterious fog flies We are so few left but we still believe in the black The night for us is still attractive The pale moon still puts a spell on us Our souls swirl when we hear the singing of ravens and wolves We still believe in demons and symbols We kept our mind during the changes Our faith remained true and dirtless We don't follow new conventions and there's no shame in us Because we are proud of adoring the ancient brew A song about the darkness, a song about the evil A sound about a demon, a sound about the black The old path is overgrowed with rank, because few feet tread on it And though our footprint wasn't there at the beginning, but it will be at the end