A pure veil of darkness
A mysterious fog
The Moon is full
And the Wolves you call
Red as my blood it is the sky above us
As I witness the arrival of the Winter Solstice
And I cry from the abyss with the legions of Lilith
Who grant me, son of Goat, the virtues if the black oath
And I climb upon the Raven Mountain and yell
Oh! Thunders of light and pyres of flames
- Fire is my domain -
Oh! Freezing breezes, rain and snow
- Winter is my domain -
So I invocate: Eaaaaaaa! Winter rise!
And the Ancient Winter Goddess rises
and sits in her throne of snow and stone
Soon red morning will born and white is the sky above us
And by the powers of Winter
Die!