Born because of Darkness

Full of primitive evil,

We life again.



United by hatred,

We go hurting the weak

We kill enemies - purify the soul.



Our existences are hymns to the glory of Darkness

We ride to wings of Pagan storm

The Moon leads us.



When we fight, we do it to

take the revenge for our brother killed

in the sunshine



We are not mortal...

We've always lived in Darkness!

We are not weak...

Now united we pay the homage

to paganism and our existences!