The wolves run through
The evergreen snow forest
Unsould bodies dragging on the dark wood path
Driven by wolf servants of Astarte

Soul senses are shocked to the naked ground
Here where bodies were lying dead,
Now they have dragged away in the dim forest
Madness has given wings to their souls
And a wind lures them towards the vale of revenge

Listen! To the tumult of the blasphemous harmonies
Come from the shadow of the dome of pain
Where man's empty bodies
Were locked inside Astarte's cages of steel

As the dawn release it's sun drops
Astarte's crimson light summons Them(the souls)
To her place of the evil shades existence
When a storm will break from the shadow skies,
Souls and bodies will become one and then