Im riding through night so cold
 Im searching for thy christian soul
 Forest filled of haze looking eyes of mallice
 Hymn of glories trees
 Hera my disharmonious voice

 Oak with frost surrounds thy spirits
 Knight so dark approach your flesh so rotten
 The sky is filled of solemn darkness
 Wailing cry is heard

 She's no longer pure no longer innocent
 Her soul belongs to me now

 Her filthy face is guarded by the eyes if crystals carves

 We're flying over valley of the hoarfrost
 Our home our land
 In a place were the sun never shines
 And were the blizzard never ends we are the kings