Tekst:
Funeral Winds Koude Haat

Desecration of the temple of Jerusalem When our master moves in The image of the beast is placed Abomination of desolation... "And for the overspreading

From times of ancient glory We summon the spirit of our ancestors Breed of the darkest kind Raised by the fury of the ancient ones From those ancient

Cold sharpened blade cuts my skin Pure blood flows under the full moon light My last sacrifice on earth... Carried by the winds of funeral The ravens

I see black clouds devour the sun No place for the light In this powerful realm to come This dawn will once more show our might All our hearts are filled

On moonless nights we rise From tombs of ancient death Old souls of magic Spirits of forgotten knowledge Warlords of the old world (and) The abyssic