Of Godless Faith

In the night of a coldest winter

Ravens are tearing black

Moon, in the abyss of the sky

Darkness, embraced all stars of dark

Symphonies of darkness are die

In this moonless night of cold

Rising of darkness in the coldest lands of this forest

Bloodred melodies of this black are playing in this lands

Darkness is rules on our screams, and is murderer of moon

Shining of this throne is not true, here is cold, black and doom ...

Grimness dreams of the shrouding wisdoms are burning by the hands

... Of darkness without any light in this woodlands of dark

Dreaming beauty of our sleeping forever in our throne

And dying of the emperor by darkness hands of hate

The burial of our dreaming, our funeral at dusk

Black mans with candles, no light, are come

Fathers of graveyard are come by their hate

For burial of our sacred dying in the sky

Ravens falling tears voices from graveyard

Is reason of black fathers laughing of hate

Their grimly faces, reverse me to the times

... Of unholy nights that their was shrouding stars

That moon was tearful, dying of it's sons

The sky blackness veil falling by ancient wrath

Of frozen hearts

Of godless faith

And rising their new darken sky without moon (the darkness ages arised)