A Heathen's Hut
(<em>Instrumental</em>)
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Jun 21, 2026
Winter is the only season Blinded by fog yet unveiled by darkness This path holier than the heaven stairs A cosmic winds drive me Into a hut beyond great mountains A hut that no one should coming A hut made of wood Determine someone's life A thin wall that covered by unseen blood Entering a heathen's hut Ritual has been prepared Praise is on the run Chanting a name repeatedly To the whispering wind To the howling wolves Put this curses on them Blinded by fog yet unveiled by darkness A cosmic winds drive me walking Into a blazing hut Nightmare is coming afterwards Coffin dragged to the lake Impure burials prevail Mourning are pleasing A hut that everyone should afraid of A hut made of flesh Eating the hated souls A thin wall that covered by unseen blood Entering a heathen's hut Old woman near to death Calling my name in a whisper Covering my face with her filthy blood Under the bloody moon her crown is mine Blinded by blood all I see is now darkness A glorious path to the hell In a holy hut Baptized by witch suffering from heredity Blasphemous rites In a blazing hut A hut where all the spells being said A hut made of hate Smell the stench of the burning hate A thin wall that covered by unseen blood Entering a heathen's hut Now everything went to eternity Trees of hatred now growing To a sky full of blood As full moon is calling my name Hooded priests in the woods gather to bless the blackened skies As pray to the rotten souls Bodies lay on the ground Eyes burned to black See nothing but sinners A holy mass Red blood wine runs out of the holy skulls Necromantic rites will soon to end
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026