On The Moonlight Path
Go away day, give everything to the queen of the night
laying in the cold land and waiting for the full-moon (to come).
I see the leaving of life as a sweet dream.
My way is stretching into the abyss of eternity.
I don't try to hold for this life, it's damned by me,
and the spirit of Carpathians call my black soul to the moonlight path.
The dawn - the dusk.
The cycle is over for me.
The sun is twisted by the soars and it's painful for me to look at it.
Oh! My sweet queen of the night you gave me
the sense of life you gave me eternal pleasure.
I acquired the true vampiric art.
I'm on the moonlight path.
Hey stars! Greet me!
Do you hear me... the moon!
The tombstones are singing to me
and the throne of the damned belongs to death.
I celebrate the great joy together with the wolves.
I dance inside the circle of snakes and marsh of reptiles.
I'm indifferent to everything because I choose my path.
Blood! I swallow it.
It spreads inside of me like bitterness
and indifference in the world of true lies.
I was runed and humilated in a world where I've been insunderstood.
Through my teeth I talk about revenge.
The world will remember my name.
The moonlight path that takes my soul.
I'll take these useless souls one by one.
Your temples will burn like candles,
the children and your women will moan with pain.
Your houses will hide in blood by which I'll wash my face
playing with the moonrays on my path; on my moonlight path.
I scorn you sheep.
I scorn your flock.
To be your shepherd is my fate.
Bringing your souls for the sacrifice to my God.
I'll feed the wolves by your mortal bodies.
Death and chaos - all will be here,
and nobody else will see the day and the sun (again).
Therefore, I'm on the moonlight path.
Oh! World! I'll dance on your grave.


To the Gates of Blasphemous Fire
The day is (always) going away and (the) night covers
the children of coldness and darkness by it's screen.
The frozen flame (in) wrath tears the letters...
The thirst is free and the rivers of blood flow to the unknown.
Death opens it's gates and the victims fall down to its scarlet lake.
The ancient cults of blood that give the pleasure
to the children of the nightmares and cruel reality.
The awesome castle stands where the flesh is worth a life;
the blood and the rage unleashed by the master of the night inside.
The star drops down its light through the gallow loop,
as nightflower grows in the appointed place.
One who tasted its bitterness will get immortality,
and the master will dip him into the stormy waters of blood and chaos.
The moon drops down the tears of light weeping for the great forests.
Its gladness is expressed in these drops
of silence and paradoxical eminence.
Ancient master!
Give the power to the children of nightmares and take their gifts.
And they'll come to your gates (that are) widely opened for them...
power, eminence, immortality, blood, death and chaos.
The castle!
The great castle!
The shelter for the ones who eternally search and find chaos.
In it those who give the true history to the world
and take the stillness from it...
We are on our road.
The blood is flowing,
the heaven is on fire,
we are awaited by chaos...
to the gates of blasphemous fire!


The Forgotten Ages Of Victories
The thunder of the drums is heard and cattle herds are driving back.
Sunset is driving near,
The heat of hoofs - all around melt away
in the shaggy beard of great and wise elder sunset.
The forests and the mountains surrounding the village
he covers by golden cloth - the night is drawing near.
Bonfires blaze up and the flame tongues raise up
to blacken sky like hands.
The hearers faces are visible through the flame.
The grey-haired elder opens the secret of his past,
through night and fire his word again find the youth.
His face covered with wrinkles like waterless earth
shined with life as in his youth.
And his tale was drifted through the time
to distant faraways of those days.
When the steel was like continuation of the hand
and the warriors were not afraid of their enemies power -
then moon was shining brighter and sun warned more times than nowadays.
The forest has been lighted by thousand of bonfires,
it have been seen that celebration has begun,
and singing drowned the noise of the wind
but (the) elder continued this tale.
When the valor and the honor was valued oved lie and hypocrisy,
when the pride and the eminence
was valued over the slavery and the cowardice.
The enemies cities and villages were on fire!
Blood and death, screams and mourns - Hell came out!
The honor and the praise to power.
The beat of hoofs and crunch of steel,
the scythe of death flied over this field,
eyes were looking into eyes and heavens were on fire!
The warriors heart melted and tears appeared in the old eyes -
the tears of the real master.
His hand is clenched in the first,
the teeth was gritted as that time,
the ages of victories are over.
It's now time to wait.
No sooner that the sun get out of continement
and the first rays let the birds know that the day had come.
No sooner that the herds were driving on the pasture
the hair of the old warrior was streaming by the breeze.
He'd been looking at the faraways
and didn't find that the celebration was over.
His thoughts were with those far times.
Like a cold shudder passed through his skin.
He rose and returned back to his house
not left by the memories about those distant times.
The honor and praise to power!
The forgotten ages of victories.


Jesus' Blood
JESUS' BLOOD
(Music: Knjaz Varggoth, Saturious / Lyrics: Knjaz Varggoth)

Stick the knife into the crucifixion
Let the bastard's blood wash our hands
The heavens are crying
And the bloody rain is drowning the earth

Oh you! the knjaz of forest!
Oh you! the great mother moon!
Let this time be yours!
I'm merciless!

We are going into the midnight
Our banners is rised high
The fire of damnation is glowing in my eyes
With the blood of enemies, my hatred is splashing

The teeth are gnashing inside my head the rage is spreading with pain
The rage unleashed to the bastard
Let you die! let the worms eat your name!

The cry of ravens is telling about death
The disgusting marches are under my feet

jesus is the leader of sick and slaves
The disease has to be cured!
Drink the blood of jesus!
Suck the dick of christ!
Eat up your god!
Fuck his dead flesh!
The christianity must die!

The jews are fled fucking slaves
Let you be the food for my wolves!
The bastard's face is cut by the sharp thorns
It's mutilated by his own hypocrisy he's dead!
he's fucking dead!
jesus' blood
jesus' fucking blood


The Call Of Aryan Spirit
THE CALL OF ARYAN SPIRIT
(Music: Knjaz Varggoth / Lyrics: Knjaz Varggoth)

The voice calling me into darkness,
Open the gates through which I'll leave
The call of the ancient blood calls me to fight
The call of slavonic blood

Aryan lands with the boundless expanse
Through milleniums come to me
The forests and steppers everything I own
Is given to the damned jewish tribe

My blood is calling me, and I won't calm down
Until I taste the smell of their blood
The moon whispers about the darkness
The stars are leading me through the clouds

Silver people with white skin
Are gathering to perform a rite
The wisemen are cursing on the jewish scum
And I see the white man's power!

Spit in jewish faces, cut them into pieces
Let them choke with their lie
Let the woods grow up on their corpses only white man's power!

We are the only ones to have the right for this land!
It's ours, indeed!
These rivers have been flowing together with our blood for ages
This grass has grown on the bodies of our killed warriors
Hey, stay with us, our aryan spirit!

Let our slavonic blood boil up with our hatred
Hey, our land, stay with us!
Let every step on our land turn for the damnation on jews!
White power, you have to destroy of useless tribes
Under your glorious obsession!
Because they are not people,
They are worms whose mission is only parasitism
Let the aryan spirit support us!
The war is sacred! total war!