On this midsummer night Everyone is sleeping We go driving Into the moonlight Could be in a dream Our clothes are on the beach These prints of our feet
Drop it Yeah, yeah Come in for a minute, huh Welcome back It's just me and you in this room right now There's so many things that are on my mind Ah, yeah
[Instrumental, later released on the "To The Gates Of Blasphemous Fire" album]
Aaa aue ?annaao - oaia?u caeao. Aaa nieioa auei - ii?u ianoaea. A o?onoaeuiii acaeyaa aioa?eeny aa, neaicu i?ae ooiaia na?aoa aeouny ia?anoaei. E a ieaiaie
the blood is in wolf footprint the hunter has won his hunger his howling is heard in the night among the mist and the moonlight the sound of the huge
The thunder of the drums is heard and cattle herds are driving back. Sunset is driving near, The heat of hoofs - all around melt away in the shaggy beard
A Aieioiie Iaea ? ae?o aeac Eoiu, Niio?yuee n auniou Ia ie? ec ionoiou. A e?iaaauo eaieyo Aeaiu neaau o?iiu, Aaaouae e ?a?oaa Neaicu ino?ua oeiu. Aeaaa
the voice calling me into darkness, open the gates through which I'll leave the call of the ancient blood calls me to fight the call of slavonic blood
[Instrumental version]
...the wind blows through my hair the sun hasn't risen above this field yet the eye of the moon stares at my face the fear left me long ago the army is
Go away day, give everything to the queen of the night laying in the cold land and waiting for the full-moon (to come). I see the leaving of life as a
The bitterness was born in a soul thrusting the Atame sacrifice, the "Book Of Shadows" is opened, we're waiting for the full-moon's arrival - we're celebrating
The edge of continuity for dream and reality. Shaman is dancing his dance of death; the masks of the demonssurrounding me. This is my wedding ritual that
To be the God - to be the Man, to be the power - not to be a slave. To be the Fire - to be the Hell, to be the Ice - not to be the wave. To be the Chaos
[INSTRUMENTAL]
The day is (always) going away and (the) night covers the children of coldness and darkness by it's screen. The frozen flame (in) wrath tears the letters
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[Music: Knjaz Varggoth, Saturious / Lyrics: Knjaz Varggoth] The Blood is in Wolf Footprint The Hunter Has Won His Hunger His Howling Is Heard In The
