Woorden:
Behemoth Sventevith Storming Near The Baltic

In the forest of the Eternal dreaming Old oak lighted up by the fullmoon?s light The coldness of dungeon torches the inside of wooden maze From the womb

Since a long time I?ve visited those old dungeons I spilled the first blood in the depth In the darkness of the forest?s maze I found her, morbid beauty

There was only one long and terrible winter Where icy blackness covered the sun and the grass Dethroned light ended its existence Hell brought there

the fullmoon lights cemetery?s valley Winds of frost strike my tomb When I am in eternal sleep When wild storms dwell Wind blows through the Baltic Instincts