1. BLACK CLOUDS OVER DARK MAJESTY

Autumn has spread its grey, depressive wings
The forest is going to wither again
Cold winds started to ride over the night
Dead leaves are dancing in the ground once again
Freezing rain falls through the veil of mists

Far away on a distant northern realm
Where the wolves feed free from the hearts of the weak
And the frost paints all with his cruel white hands
Nocturnal Crown began to shine over mountain tops
And started to bring pale light to the night sky

The Black Clouds are slowly gathering in the north
Over Dark Majesty of the ancient stone Mountains
Storm arises from the east, announcing new aeon
An era of the Gammadion, the symbol of might
The sign of Aryan supremation, ultimate wisdom

The gates shall all become opened wide
jerusalem shall fall in raging flames
The last subhuman shall die on the cross
Aryan Victory Banner shall be raised high
When The Black Clouds will gather over Dark Majesty...


2. JOURNEY TO THE ABYSS OF HATRED

Groans of the wreathing fleshes and dying in eternal agony surrounds me...
Face! Cursed in the black onyx stone looks on me dispassionate
Its power and magic are mighty! I am in the land of the shadows cursed in eternity...

An old trees mocking from the human existence - them who has understand the equilibrium and wisdom.
Firmament adorned by the start gives silver glare to the night and makes an atmosphere of impenetrable gloom.

I was born to kill weak sheep, I feel the power that flows in my veins!
Ruins of heaven extend above me... The glory is near, but we must be united

The abyss full of sorrow and silence - I am here and here I will stay!
Surrounded by the trees and shadows, I am dancing in dark delight...
I stand on the ground where the cross will never stand!


3. THE SONS OF THE DARKNESS

The lost secrets and mourned might never will return...

Watching with disgust and scorn
This pitiful, withering world
Grim hate crosses my shadoweyes
The will of power, the way of darkness
To live as a messenger of death
With dark shade behind me
And unpure blood on my hands

Hiding in the forgotten forest
Between wolves, the grey siblings
Alone nights when I howl with them...

We are the Sons of Darkness
Children of the Moon's shadows

The call sounded far in the west
In the gates that are already opened
The shadows are slowly moving...
They are swallowing whole light
Thunders ride over grim nighsky
They are the guardians and disciples
Of the true Sons of Northern Darkness

To destroy all lies and treachery
The way of Superman and His pride
New light – The Legion of Aryan Moon...


4. SPIT IN HIS FACE

...When I look into your eyes, I feel an infinite sorrow and... fear?
...When I look on your hands, I hear a groan of the weak land...
...When I look on your shape... on your hanging scum, I desecrate your grave!

Your feet shall never foul Our Land with filth of your religion...
Your voice shall never say the shit to the sheep... slaves!
Your glance shall never give hope!

You are descendant of the lost race... the pestilence hatched in a filth of river!
You are the symbol of contempt... of thousands tribes murdered in the name of the cross!
...and the Flame in Our Hearts burns eternally! We spit with pride in his dirty face!
We are the Sons of the Darkness, Our Hearts are cursed in madness!
Our banners shall rise in Moonglare and you shall die in pain!

Defeated and butchered by the brothers... Ha, ha, ha!
Rotten by his own words, by his own lies... To...

...To burn your dirty land!
To crush their unburned bastard!
To rape their unpure bitches!
To burn the temple of jehova!


5. CALL FROM THE ANCIENT TIMES

In the streams of time and stars
A longing spirit wanders through ages
Eternally, forever alone in a Land of Fog
Where no man is seen and no sound is heard

Wind wakes him up, night by night
He spreads his blackwings, to reach the sky
Over the dark forest, over the ancient hills
With the Flags of Hatred and Doom in hand

He remembers the Glorious Ancient Times
All blood, all wisdom, all that what was lost
All felling, longing for power and might
They will never return, never again...

He watches the Gates to Oblivion
In the moonglare, in the neverending storm
Under the black clouds of the nightsky
The Eternal Guardian of the Key to the Gate

Yet sometimes mist rises from hills
And flies over the dark, frozen forest
Passes the Gates, and the spirit opens the door
To the other times, to the earthly realm.

We wake up and gaze to the father moon
To see the silver tears flowing from up high
And the mist flows down from the dark sky
Embracing the forest of our wanderings

We can then hear the Call from Ancient Times
And longing swallows our pride filled hearts
We go further, to the cold, pale light
Which shines over the silent, dark forest


6. FOREST OF THE DYING SOULS

Sometimes you cannot hear a silent cry
As your soul and feelings are dying
Lay, under the naked and pale autumn tree
And scream out loud your hatred to Earth

Take a ride to a place when you can be alone
Without false love or hidden gestures
Without betrayal, without suspicions
The land of dream is so near, near this stone

Fall into the dark trance, of unconsciousness
Hidden before them, open your dark soul
And unite with the sadness, who is your shadow
Here you can find a majestic castle from dreams
Its stone towers welcomes you, this is your realm

Forever hidden in black, diabolical melancholy
The final weep reached your tired ears
Immeasurable grief, overwhelming depression
Nostalgia, for the unknown land, forest of dreams

The fullmoon shines above this mystic wood
Far away a cold cemetery can be seen, funeral mist
You wander north, in the embrace of Winter
To the shadowscastle, to the land of unknown...


7. THE CIRCLE OF DEATH / LONGINESS

...Circle of death, hungry abyss
Compress the loop on a neck
...of my blood black venom
Fulfils the pupils
Spreading the suffering

Murdered like a faithful dog's whine
Summon the black hordes
From the dust of darkness
Poisoning by the hunger of blood
The messengers of death will come

Under the gloomy sky
Through the forest forgotten
Wandering beyond the end diverse
With their hatred majestic
They are coming to take away
The harvest of evil

With filthy carrion
Feeding severe landscape
The ground imbibed by blood
Its thirsty flesh
Hypnotized in oblivion
The black light flows down
To the Earth destroyed
Degraded and covered flesh

We will triumph!
Contempt with us
The shadow of extermination
And the wine of blasphemy

Under the black banner
Will stay with us
Terrible tyrant - fear