Moonspell Rites

Cold north majesty rises
Unsilent winds strike this pagan landscape
Where gods sit high on the oaken thrones

From the dark ancient temples, horrible palaces
From the land of dark forests, kingdom of snow and frost
Where true evil dwells
Where flames are spiritual food

Where black satanic holocaust strikes
And people are baptized in blood
I come with the northern winds
I remain true, closed in icy heart

Moonspell rites
Moonspell rites

Cold, I'm standing in the moonlight
Demons return to me every night
Fill my soul with sacred power
Mystical whispers resound with hallow echo

Spread out my hands
Cold north majesty rises
Unsilent winds strike this pagan landscape
Where gods sit high on the oaken thrones
Where gods sit high on the oaken thrones

Moonspell rites
Moonspell rites

Moonspell rites
Moonspell rites

I'm the dark warrior, presented in flames
Carried on the hellish wings of fire
I discover the deepest desires, feel delight
I destroy all the gods' laws
I am almighty
Immortal power