Wolves of Hyperborean Frost

Among the silence where the woods freeze

The skies remain grim to rejoice the winter wolves

That came from beyond the misty hills

Approached to gather at the immaculate soil

I am of them to obliterate the God's traces

I am of them to disavow the son thrice

I am of them to suffocate the spirit with hatred

I am of them to mock those raped by the luminous realm

Mountains - the calm witness to these

Conjuring and transcending rites

My face adorned with the hoarfrost

Atop the mount unapproachable plateau

Glance upon the grey locust

That drowned their innate pride

Into the mud of idolatry

Out of reach of the failure monuments sight

casting the stones in powerless incomprehensibility

I watch them hovering beneath our feet

Stand as a part of the limited circle

In the sphere I climbed once

Conquering the steps gropingly then aware

Filth nest I've left by my will as so few dared before

Over those of torn off knees and shattered brows

Forlorn attempts to reach beyond

From the grotesque usurper's blessed void

Distinguish the worms creeping in wolf masks

And drag them back into their divine swamp

And then amidst the silent woods

I shall intone the heretic chant...