GREAT VAST FOREST

Where The Warriors Ride... Masters Of The Old War Full of hate and carelessness this will be the army to march for the land of the noble warriors in hymns of glories with axes and swords watered in christians blood See... they implore for death but the sufferance wants to possessed your bodies your screams hopeless fortify our spirit for the war To defend our honour, our land and to squash our enemies to create the chaos and reach the victory this is the empire that will survive in flames Listen the sing of the amazons, in the sound of the trumpets they call you for fight with impiety dominate the cold blood cover the eyes of hate then is the art of the old war that burn the soul of the nocturnal guardians The flesh contortion to touch in the wire of the blode and among the shadows the shoul of the black crow annunciate the arrival of the hordes of the darkness is the supremacy commins the pure domination __________ Majestic South The angel of the cold light guide the brightness of my steel for the infidelity and the freason. I have devotion to strenght of the evil and to the majestic gods I follow this trill way by the old dominators The war is thefreedom of my followers and we have thirst of glory for one majestic south Oh! Impure palace of shadows you are the portalto my fiancee of the night I am your eternal black warrior, guardian of the wisdom, master of the infamous orgies and I load the arrogance of the blood of my ancestors Gelidas terras do sul de vastas florestas Heranca de Geadas Ours cold winds blows like voices coming from a winter land __________ Imperial Moon The moons describes the mournful face of the goddess lovely and yours immense pleasures I follow your light until the altar of stones I see the orgy of the witches and the barbarian warriors of the darkness They are the children of the full moon at nights of devolution The imperarial moon illuminates the ways of the forest A gray fog involves the image of the black castle. I fell the power of the past. In sights running through the walls of the cold castle Old kings govern the esoteric power setting free the black arts for a night with eternal eclipse On remains of the temple my sacred axe of fire cuts the darkness Then I follow this journey following your immortal face in the imperial moon