Of Godless Faith

In the night of a coldest winter
Ravens are tearing black
Moon, in the abyss of the sky
Darkness, embraced all stars of dark
Symphonies of darkness are die
In this moonless night of cold

Rising of darkness in the coldest lands of this forest
Bloodred melodies of this black are playing in this lands
Darkness is rules on our screams, and is murderer of moon
Shining of this throne is not true, here is cold, black and doom ...

Grimness dreams of the shrouding wisdoms are burning by the hands
... Of darkness without any light in this woodlands of dark
Dreaming beauty of our sleeping forever in our throne
And dying of the emperor by darkness hands of hate

The burial of our dreaming, our funeral at dusk
Black mans with candles, no light, are come
Fathers of graveyard are come by their hate
For burial of our sacred dying in the sky
Ravens falling tears voices from graveyard
Is reason of black fathers laughing of hate
Their grimly faces, reverse me to the times
... Of unholy nights that their was shrouding stars
That moon was tearful, dying of it's sons
The sky blackness veil falling by ancient wrath
Of frozen hearts
Of godless faith
And rising their new darken sky without moon (the darkness ages arised)