Beyond the green woods of elves where the clouds are dark

Lies the woods of thorn, the land of fallen angels.

Entrance into this satanic utopia where hellhounds glutton

Upon the sad remains of christian souls.


A future of total darkness, dark angels dancing in this

Paradise of night embracing chaos and death.

Come follow me to the woods of thorn where angels cries,

Where the sun burns dark, where the fires of hell embraces

Every human soul.


Screaming white angels with wings on fire anticipates a

Horrific death in vain, for trying to challenge the keeper

Of these darken woods... Let them burn!

Witness count Blackthorn gather his beasts,

Look at demons thirsty for christian blood.

Our devils have crawled out from the darkest depths

Of hell, to fight for the expansion of this dark empire.