The hills were covered by ice
and forest by mystic darkness,
here comes the darkened winter,
from the depths of desolation.
Over the battlefields, agony...
Over the battlefields, desolation.
Storms of war crossing the mountains,
under a full moon I wander with my wolves.
Raging weeping wild and inside,
deep depression within my mind.
From the Throne of Hate
- Rare Woods
- My Hatefull End
- Echoes of the Past
- Upon the Barbarian Woods
- Grimmest Winternights
- The Essence of Hate
- Wicked Shadows