I expect for the arrival of my beloved Fullmoon
She who inspires me for my bloody battle
Against all my enemies

I trace the five pointed star,
The four elements symbol, the pentagram
And consume my ritual

I evoke the greatest NIFELHEIM deities
When HECATE lays in the heavenly sky

And summon my deepest thoughts in darkness
While I walk through the mystic fog

The Fullmoon Night is close,
The night of the Impaled

They shall be Impaled
They shall be Impaled
They shall be Impaled!!!

" and with his dark dress He came down riding on his black horse,
holding a fearsome mallet in his hands

Heads - smashed without taking a breath
Nobody escaped - from the strength of his malevolent hatred

None christian race, children, women, or elder would run away from the sacrifice

Thousands - He shattered

their bodies would be prepared to be pierced by pointed stakes"

In several Fullmoon nights I carried out my sacrifices Today, they adorn the Valley of The Impaled