...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 its 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...