Funeral moonlight

Possessed by the darknesss
Which fills these endless nights
Underneath the horns
(Of madness)
The old days aer present date again:
Sabbaths in the sign of hell

Gathering in the shadows
Of the Moonlight
Calling for the dead
In the fog of this unholy night
Infernal cold winds appear

Calling the unholy forces

Deep in the forest,
Inbetween the trees,
Underneath a funeral moonlight
Surrounded by darkness
And sorrow
The rise of a cult in the woods

The Goat Lord has returned
In the name of blasphemy
Blackness covers
The face of the earth
Entering the eternal frost
...And the trees that whisper
Will be silent forever more