Inside the frozen forest
Deep in the Ardennes
Where the goatmen live
With their wolvish tyrrany
Ghoulish necromancer of decay
Graveyard smells of rotting flesh
The cunning elemental of darkness
Torrents of snow flutter from the sky
Among the towering trees
Shells and fires burst forth
What the demonic eye sees
His imminent failure for victory
The frost bitten winter
Led many men to die
Dire casualties of war
For the oven master
Tearing out the entrails
Of the anointed one
And propping his body
Onto a large wooden pike
The demonic ritual is begun
With more bloody sacrifice
As the wooden shaft
Emerges from the head
And the fires are lit
The most berserk follower
Raises up his blade
And slices open his wrist
These angry barbarians
Came from disturbing pasts
Where their villages
Were ravished and pillaged
Their mothers slain
Their fathers tortured
Their sisters raped
Themselves left for dead
Now is the time to rise again
With the blood of the innocent
Rise again
Innocence
