A HYMN TO COLD SILENCE

A blind guslar -blizzard
Plucks the snowy strings,
With the face of ire
Sings of the severe wisdom,
Of the ancient forgotten power.
This voice makes trees
Lean to the ground,
This voice reaches
The cold skies,
This sigh makes crush the cliffs,
Storms rage in the seas.
This cold heart
Is a block of granite,
Buried thirty fathoms
Under the ground.
The hateful sun
Will not touch it with grief,
The words of fury
Escape the rimy lips
And fly as a storm 
Amid mighty slopes of the mounts
The peaks of which no mortal has seen.
The cruel words
Return to the earth
The ancient wisdom,
Sing of the dignity of the northern blood
The unholy hymn to cold silence.


TOWARDS THE GLARING BLACK LIGHT

The glaciers of my hatred
Fuel the snows of ire
My face is contorted with fury
My hands grasp the weapon
My eyes meet
The glaring light of the dead sun
over the deserted horizon
The lathery furious steeds
Are carrying me skyward
From the foot of the iron rocks
To the hoary lone tops,
To the dead oak
That stands over the cliff with
its branches against the cloudy sky,
Spreading its roots
To the netherworld.
The oak that remembers the birth
Of the cruel dismal warriors' god
He will be reborn
When my sword is imbrued with the sacrificial blood
And there will be no way back for me
And only the way
To the dead sun
Towards the glaring black light
Of the eyes of my father Black God.


THE CLOT OF DARKNESS FROZEN IN ICE

The pitiable slaves of the dirt
They worship nothing
They say this is god
They say this is creator
I hate the light created by them
I do not hear their words
But I hear my scream
The spiteful scream of the one
Born in throes under the black star
Thick darkness
I fly through
In the infinity, beyond limits of time
I wander in quest of true knowledge
I am the clot of darkness
Frozen in ice
I vanish in the black fire
With the smoke I am carried away
Across the silver string 
Of the river of the dead
To the severe land of true knowledge
Where will be nor silent sigh,
Nor reflections of light
But the oppressing sing of silence
In the boundless embrace 
Of the pristine dark
And you hear my voice
From the other bank of the river of the dead.


WHERE WE WILL RAIN DOWN DEATH
ON THE EARTH

Where the sky 
Meets the snow-covered mounts,
Where the waves break
In the furious battle with stones
Filling the deserted coast
With the roar of power and rage,
Where the blood of the dying sun
pours in a sanguine stream
Only moon illumes the cold ground,
Where eternal winter reigns
Where the sinister undead are born 
And gather in clouds of the deep dark
They slay the light
They devour the sun
With the dark shining of the wings
They bring death to the slaves
Of the crucified god,
Oblivion to the weak and holy.
The cold flame of hate rages in their veins
They carry the Cold of the North
To the deserts scorched by the sun
Where we will rain down death on the Earth
No living thing will be left.


THE WARRIORS OF THE ICY DESERT

My heart is ice
My soul is dead
My blood's turned in ice
My flesh's turned in stone
I've turned into stone and remembered
The earth deserted and silent
I remember only eternity
Piercing cold
Of the lifeless world
My heart is ice
My soul is dead
My blood's turned in ice
My flesh's turned in stone
I commenced my life in the fire
I saw how the bodies
Of the warriors of the ice desert
were devoured by flames
To be resurrected for the last battle
In milliard ages
Of freezing cold.
I was born by the icy desert
For the endless fight
I was born to carry death
The warrior of the icy desert
My heart is ice
My soul is dead
My blood's turned in ice
My flesh's turned in stone


A SIGH IN THE BLACK DEPTHS

A silent sigh in the black depths
The look of wolves' eyes from the bottom of abyss
Cast on the cold stars in the height
Their cold shining allures
I'm lying in cold oblivion
Buried hundreds of ages ago
A burial mound presses my mighty breast
When my groan of helpless malice reaches the sky
Icy blizzards arise
The ground shakes when I turn in my cold tomb
The mortals think that I am dead
They've forgotten, forgotten me
I'm lying in cold oblivion
Oh, how I'm willing to escape from this eternal capture
To bring grief to this Earth
By freezing winds of death.
Sometime I will arise and my shoulders
will prop the sky
My fist will crush the hateful sun
My breath will freeze the ground. 


FROM NAV TO JAV

Tearing shreds of the mist,
Between the predatory monstrous cliffs
The black mirror of waters
A sinister shade of a bark rips.
From Jav to Nav
The bark carrying souls
To the great realm of night.
A dark shade on the faces of men,
The force that made equal warriors and kings.
From Jav to Nav
From Jav to Nav
I'm lying embraced by the flames
Of the funeral pyre.
The smoke carries me away
To the land of my great sire.
From Jav to Nav
The wind thrusts snowy arrows
In a merciless face.
Immortality comes with the death,
Time has turned circle full.
From Nav to Jav
Their eyeholes lurk dark,
In the ashes of void reborn,
With the smoke of no repose are carried away
The dead, buried in flames. 


ICINESS OF THE POLAR LIGHTS

The grey, grey sky,
The snow is falling falling from the void,
Cold, ice, hate, spite
Look down from the height.
Spitefully, the wind roots away
The secular trees,
A stormOminous whisper,
The laugh of black stones.
I feel cold rigor,
Radiance pours sinister lead,
Dark I'm flying to the same site in time,
Dark The end of thousand lives.
Dark dark dark
The grey colour tears my eyes,
The howl of the wind carrying the storm of degeneracy,
Deadly scream the words have merged into hiss.
The black, black sky
The snow is falling from the void,
The iciness of the polar lights
Looks down from the height through my eyes. 


MARA (BRINGING DEATH)

I'm soaring in the cold mist
Of my own soul.
In the illusive glitter of ice
The voice of a woman whispers from the dark
Come here, here
I feel she takes me by hand
And leads me
To the black yawning chasm 
Over my head.
To the world so distant and fair
To the cold shining of the moon.
She kisses me,
Her lips are tender and cool.
Vanishing in her shining,
I'm flying skyward
To the cold darkness
Where no one has ever heard laugh.
only darkness
only silence
only snow
my beloved
the goddess of death


BLACK WOLVES

With the caravans of dead birds
The trees shred the flesh of the skies,
The black walls of the woods arise
To the silent rustle of paces.
Rustle filled with the clang of steel,
Pain and death cry,
And the ancient gods will arise
In the trees for a blink. 
Awakening of the might
Of the all-devouring spite,
The hatred of the ancient gods.
Awakening of the spite
Of the all-destroying might,
The might of black wolves.
I will fill in their black flesh
And time will sink in the trees.
The sinister sky will reflect
In my glaring eyes.
The shadows of trees in the grey mist,
Sheen of the moon as a bloody scar
I will step over the christ's dead sheep
To the spiteful laugh of the ancient gods.
Awakening of the might
Of the all-devouring spite,
The hatred of the ancient gods.
Awakening of the spite
Of the all-destroying might,
The might of black wolves.
