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We lost the battle in 830 when white-christ arrived

His servants proclaimed him king over our proud icy North

Our ancients gods were dead, all pagans subdued

But a few of us remained, withdrawn to the forest

The unholy forest

While they celebrated their holy victory

By erecting churches to worship their almighty god

We wandered deeper and deeper into the dark forest

The dark forest where we found our new master

Cleansed of compassion and other mortal frailties

We were reborn in the name of the darkness

And nothing remained of what we used to be

But the burning hate for the servants of white-christ

Embraced by the shadows of the dark winternight

We follow the path into the black eternity

Our pale faces of evil glowing in the moonlight

Dressed in black with axes, knives and spikes

Roaming the darkness awaiting our prey

Death to those who dare cross our path

We were reborn of the dark under a desolate moon

Children of the night, we are the true evil

In darkness we bide our time, we the true evil

Waiting for the day when darkness rape the light

We may have lost one battle but we shall win the final war

Where sunlight died darkness was born

Darkness was born

A storm is brewing over the black northern forest

This is the day for which we have longed

And from the shadows of our hiding we emerge

It has begun