Black Mass Of The Dried Branches

In a coldest night, beyond the darkness

As cold winds are caressing our symbols

Our goddess is tearing in our forest of doom

Moonlight was dead many years ago

And the stars are marching to this mass

Here is darken place

This is knack of sunlight

The sun can't shine for this place

Fhis place was glade

Full of longer trees

Full of moonlight and sunlight

Full of laugh

Without any tear

But now here is curse

Here is darkness

Full of tears

Full of cries

And full of blackness hearts

This is obscurantism

This is true

Cause this is taken from ancient saids

I rise in this black mass

And I walk into the darkness forest

And I tearing

But my sound is feeble

Dried branches of our immortal black trees

And the voices of darkness are playing melodious black metal

For me

But they never hear

They never hear my cry

I die

They never feel

Never