Temple of the Mist - Of Stones and Woods

Gates of mists are now wide open
between deep whisper of trees
under the shining blaze of moon
in the cry of streams
Of cold and howling extinction
Ritual dance between holy stones
in the shadows of the black dawn
and a gleam of frozen hills

A murmur of mystery
In mouldy air the grey clouds
This is a birth of a white lightning
And here are the runes of
First Sun of Knowledge
Giving birth from spirituality
to domination

DIGNITY of white stones
surrounded by flames of holy dominion
Engraved with Sunwheel symbols
Harbingerof transformation!
Dying whoredom of modern world
Incinerated in ashes
by on breath from Blazing GOD Phoenix
Old rituals forest myths
Pure breath of nature and ghosts
By the end we praise beginning!
Modern world is just an illusion
The rotting bone in the mouth of WOLF
In the shadows of holy stones
On the ruins of old order
From the ashes and dust of time
When a man and gods
walk through the valleys and sacred rituals
The new wisdom is rising
Like a waves
Like a thunderstorms
Crush the illusions!
Last breath of ancients
To know essence of transformation
From animal to hyperhuman
Funeral march from old deep woods
We bury the human legacy of stupidity
In the sand of bones
We bury modern civilisation in the grave of limbo!