1. DARK PRIMITIVE CULT

Like a roaring cacophony
Militant sound of black metal
Ripping down to a posoned aura of hate
Holding the seeds of forbidden.

Isolated dissonant sounds
Frostbitten in time, in darkness

Genuine demons in human form
Creating his own on the underground.

Ahead dwells a deep, dark impenetrable night
Legions born from the flames of nihilism
Weapons are blasphemy and fire,

A heavy artillery of sounds,
Powerful and infernal impulses
Dark primitive cult.


2. IN DESOLATED LANDSCAPE

In desolate landscape
With a cold moon above
As a door to eternity...
(We shall cross...)

Infinity opens
Before the solitude,
From in side to the eternity
And beyond

Once again it' s black metal
From distant grimness
Raw as the stone
Isolated in blasphemy

In desolate landscape
With a dark cliff below
As a door to eternity
We shall cross,
Once and for all.


3. SHALL RISE AGAIN

I've seen the battles of ancient times
I've heard tha war call of the horns
I've been inside the great wood's mouth
And the dark leaned into my eyes.

I've seen the torches flames
Dancing in the obscure nights
I've seen the grim revenge
Of pagan blood in darkest path

He's waiting for the nightfall
He's smelling each step
Ancient spirit of the underworld
For the pride will ride again
As we are the midnight hordes
Shall the sun rise black again.

I've seen the battles of ancient times
I've heard tha war call of the horns
The grim revenge of pagan blood
In the darkest path shall rise again.