Transylvanian Forest - Behemoth

Pure paganism I worship in the woods

Forest’s mountains never saw by human eye

Kingdom of the ancient and horned evil

Covered by golden wood and black thorns

My armor like a bark of old oak

I rape my wounds and blood flows down to the ground

Covered by the snow naked crowns of trees

Like crying mothers Slavonic worshippers

Pagan warriors hide in frozen wood

Like black statues born in the heart of winterevil

Ride on the thunders and moonstorms

Where the land is open for full witching moon

Mouth kiss the leaves fallen in the past

Fingers touch the frozen land

Pagan fears fall down on icy skin

Wild eyes filled with dark-red blood

Are staring into depths of virgin forest

Where my grave on unholy land

Covered by the snow…

Winds carry me through Transylvania

Virgin evil hidden in the blackest heart

I joined the ceremony of wolves

Where unsilent gods sit high on their goathrones

Now the majesty is ready for pure holocaust

The feast of Babylon whore and her wolf