Unblessed Woods - text
Winds of frost strike my eyes, walking the wintry shadows
I walk along the endless woodland seeking eternal life.
Rendering blasphemous cult to the dark fullmoon
Encircled by the mist of the deep nature.
Under the tempestuous black flame, holocaustic storm of darkness
Drained in an eternal dream that reflects endless darkness from my soul...
- Unblessed Woods
- Through the Mist
- Of Heretic Pagan Kingdom
- Winter, Fullmoon, Sorrow...
- Dark Orchestral Hate
- ...from Ancient Scrypts
- Gorgorium Goth
- The Forgotten Dying Moon