The Call of the Wintermoon

Slowly crossing as red rivers runs below
Forever passing where the darkness lies unknown
Where soul winds burns my eyes
Where shadows of lost life hides
Enter the centers of darkness
Where all evil dwells
Demons present in flames
Oath of black souls found
Sacrifices as old as the earth
We cut the living flesh
Circles of the deepest black throned
A promise of the darkest blood found
Unholy forces of evil
Unholy forces of hell
An mayhemic silence floats
We await our signs of death our circles gathered
Ceremonial powers belongs to us
A goat baptized in fire
We dance the circle dance the thorns
Awaiting the sign of the horns
A thousand black clouds storms
Blasphemous Northern rites
Mysticism touched
Pentagrams burning
Into the centers of the darkness
Where all evil dwells
Demons present in flames
Oath of black souls found
The unholy forces of evil
Server upon our diabolical souls
Cults of death bathed in slaughter
As the devils candles burns
Into the dark skies
Floating with the soul winds of the pentagram
To the death lights where the North star awaits.