Descending Winds Of Holocaust

On the black wings of nightsky

The horde was riding across to me

And darkness slowly have risen

Under feet of them

My life is fallen to pieces by

Descending black fog

Which drains the fragments of lost

Ideas out of me

Breathing the air of the king’s clearing

I feel that i am uniting

With the essence of black forest

And cruel mother winter

At the cemetery

Of thousand tombs of false idols

In flow of morbid and terrific hate

I see the weak god in tears

And his son dripping with filthy blood

I desecrate them in possession of unholiness

The priests of compassion hanged

Fluttering in the winds of night

In hell created for them

By unholy beings

Only ruins remain instead of churches

Battlefields on their sacred places

Deathwinds are filling me

With this most beautiful vision

Candles enlighten the dark

And the fullmoon which appeared above

To enhance the funeral of forlorn ideas of christ

Which has been imbibed

By the pure black soil

And i became lord of woods and dark fog

Ultimate union in the shadow

Of wooden thrones

Has created mighty spiritual strength

And when the candles expired

And the moon became pale

I found myself walking to the

Gates of black heavens

Led by phantoms of the wood

And hateful storm

But now i was one of them