The True Frost - Walpurgisnight

Tonight is the sacred night
Of ancient cult, ancient evil
The moon rises up in the sky
Another time of cold black mass
Witches dance
The dance of death
They blaspheme
And deny god
Witches chant
Dark spells of wrath
In the archaic tradition the cult lives on
I today stand on the Blocksberg
I call upon the mighty names Of dark old demons - black magick...
Witches dance
The dance of death
They blaspheme
And deny god
Witches chant
Dark spells of wrath
The fog awakes from the ground
Up to the trees enchanting the woods
Unholy oath of witches' spell
Screams of the sacrifice echo through the night...

[written by Chraesvelgoron on March 12th, 1995 e. v.]