Amidst The Frozen Forest

As the sunlight's getting dimmer

Spreading crimson afterglow

And the forest greets the dreamer

Moonshine gleams upon the falling snow

Withered fallen leaves enshrouded

By a blanket, white and cold

The pale Wintermoon is clouded

Malign its presence to behold

Howling winds are blowing cold

Shake the trees with awesome might

Ancient heathen dreams unfold

In this silent winters night

And I see a wolf-drawn chariot

Ride the starlit skies

Feel the presence of the old gods

From lost halls up high

And the stars and the moon gleam in frozen silver

Flakes of snow and the leaves dance in swirling grace

The cold wind blows a flute, tuned by ancient spirits

Naked trees bow their heads to their masters face

Hear the screech-owl sound its mournful wailing

Join the choirs of this unholy night

The Wild Hunt rides on the snow so bright

Driven by the chilling nightwind's gale

The heaven's join this strange nocturnal fairground

Lighning flashes announce the roaring thunder

Ancient spirits rise from ageless slumber

To greet me as one of the old god's heirs

Deities of a long lost age

Dance with spirits, naturebound

But as morning dawn enters the stage

They vanish with no trace to be found

Sunlight hurts my bloodshot eyes

And my pale skin shuns the light

Dreams of moonlit midnight skies

Hide my pain beneath the cloak of night

Feeble minions of the cursed deceiver

Watch your golden temples burn

The Cross will crumble, Christ will shiver

Behold the ancient gods return