Foggy Lands

Since we've entered the unholy wood
Our destiny in blood turned shed
Running through snow and mushrooms
Chasing our lost spirits enslaved by the master oak
We became beasts, wood's hunters

No sanity anymore, rivers of hate!
Runes of power! Turn me strong!
Runes of death! Turn me merciless!

With no eyes, with no reason
We left sun behind by wolf's influence
Foggy lands! Palace of darkness!
Swords laws, rules of the hunt!

No sanity anymore, rivers of hate!
Runes of power! Turn me strong!
Runes of death! Turn me merciless!

Kill the "holy" bastard, kill the Nazarene!
Come äpakoí (Drakon), kill the Nazarene!