Scandinavian Female Devil



As the snow glitters in the pale moonlight

The chalice is filled and the sacrifice is ready

As the trees sing with their heads bowed in homage

The gathering is at hand



"The eyes - Like a window into nothing

The form - The air is cold and restless

The strength - Natures wrath is vast

The rising - The circle is complete"



The hour has struck for the unholy war to start

And we raise our fists in profane glory

For our enemies will be crushed and trampled

And our homeland will be free

The candle of rage is lit

And the heathens of Skandinavia shall unite

Oh, come forth all servants of Tunrida

The north will be returned to its rightful owners