I hear the nocturnal howling of the wolves... Children of the night.
They open to me the invisible.
The gates into the darkest night.
I'm walking apart to the land where ademonic whispers wander in the darkest roam.
It leads me to Gates of Perfection. Darkness meets me as a son (same blood flows in our veins).
The caress of the cold moon turns my darkest secret feelings out.

The endless darkness cleans my soul and fills my empty heart with the breath of the ancient forest and wisdom of old-aged hills.
The black rivers run like unholy blood in veins of our tribes.
The black Heavens reflect the horns of the Lord of Darkness.

A darkvision of past becomes reality within the moon light.
Blood freezes by inhalation of this mystical filthy air.
The passion.... and nostalgy for all what I see... Black shadows dancing and calling...
The Moon lits the path to nowhere. The wolves guard their Queen.
Queen of passion and pure evil. She's lonely wolf in the Sky.
She’s the Moon. She’s the Devil.
I'm walking a path to the land where ademonic whispers wander.
I'm follow that mystic noise further from this false world.