Bathory

Silver, the moon high over pond of water calm and dark Woe, mist, the breath of the dragon, sweeping down mountain side All still, the day asleep, the sun rests in nest of the Gods Afar high adventures await me, I hear my brothers calling Spring is h

Twinkle bright Aldebaran, the star of solitude Somewhere there is a lake of fire, pity all the fools Sorry are the desolate, the unfree and obedient For this is not the spring of love, it is the winter of discontent Standing at the shore of lake of f

[Fire and Ice Fire and Ice Fire and Ice Fire and Ice] Born a Son of Nordic tribe Early spring morning I arrived When Sails were set, the Ships all done To Sail with Wind a Waves for long Down foreign shores across great waters Many hundred miles from

I summoned up the living dead and demons in the sky I drank from chalice warm and red and watched the virgin die Present at ungodly births in holy paradise I spread eternal dark on earth And raped mother of Christ Oh, the mother of Christ C'mon baby

Now that the wind called my name 既然风已喊出我的名字 And my star had faded now hardly a glimpse up in the empty space 我的星宿亦隐去不再闪耀于苍穹 And the wise one-eyed great father in the sky stilled my flame 天空中,那英明伟大的独眼父亲亦熄灭了我的火焰 For the ones who stood me near 那么,对于曾和我站

Orgy of silence Conspiracy of peace Only the sound Of the cold northern breeze Twinsun sink fading Behind the black lake Asleep is the mountains Yet the night is awake Strange is the night Now black stars rise And many moons circle Through silent the

Beyond the mountains where the wind cries out its pain Deserted valleys where the darkness always reigned Where the sunlight never ever touched the poisoned ground Where the laugh of undead children never ever sound Forever wrapped in darkness the fo

[Father to Son Father to Son Father to Son From Father to Son] Now born my son I name thee After the sound of my Hammer's Beat upon the anvil On this chilly springtime day The Hammerchild of my flesh Of my blood to carry on When I have reached Oden's

All dressed in gold and purple the beauty awaits the night Knowing what will satisfy Aware of Her delight The thought of young fresh blood makes the hours go so slow But the yearn for eternal life and beauty makes her hazel brown eyes glow Woman of D

"Dust to dust" I gasp for air I scream for sight and fight against torment and dread Calling the vengeance I tear at the lid and promise to raise from the dead Raise the dead... Black witch of beauty all hell's necromancers give me the powers of