Rehearsal Winter '93

Beyond the winter - dead’s kingdom Behind the inimical obscurity Just at the end of the cursed forest I go with ferocity… Eternal running - In the cold winter. The unhealthy wind of north The hatred in my spirit I go In the coldness of a funeral night The cuttered cold of Darkness. In the moral Chaos When the dream & hell’s arm came Unknown world of the iced lake Full moon lights the crackled way. Eternal running - In the cold winter. Madness watches me now Cold is dead’s kingdom Dry is the wind which blows Powerful are the kingdom’s voices Dead are my eyes - I continue… … Infinite is our kingdom Unknown it must stay The hatred wind of our kingdom is so fearful Feel it transform you into black ice !!!

Into the dark Transylvanian forests Evil dwells since the dawn of time Screeping in men’s souls… … Perverted land. Anger – Let your heart be crept over by hate & sadness Sadness – The gates to hell are closed United – The Carpathian yoke will be enforced again. From a forgotten past time Evil spread its domain Beyond snow-covered mountains Into the dark & deep Transylvanian forests Filled with fog. Anger !... Sadness !... United !... This time is not past Be our weapons And join us For our triumph !...

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 25, 2025

Listen to the wolves’ howl… Gathered on the highest mountain The moon is full & the wind icy Ceremony can begin ! Pass the knife – Veins are opened Life leaves us as blood flowing in snow We founder into the abyss. An unhealthy fog slowly surrounds us The full moon slowly dims. Into the natural darkness From where we have emerged We return tonight. No star not even the full moon Light the opened sky Satan has taken us Under his protective wing Now we have rejoined our Brothers !

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 25, 2025

As beasts we wander in the hostile forest The craving for slaughter leads our steps And the wind which blows through branches of dead trees Bites our souls & fills our minds With a frosty madness. Full moon below our heads We walk in the cold night Of this everlasting winter Howling wolves run at our sides And ravens sing our hike. The massacre wind bites our souls And fills our minds with a frosty madness Into the glowing light of a December full moon The craving for slaughter leads our steps. The snow is now red from blood… Forces of Evil always win And we are its weapons !

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 25, 2025