Descending Winds of Holocaust

On the black wings of nightsky
 The horde was riding across to me
 And darkness slowly have risen
 Under feet of them
 My life is fallen to pieces by
 Descending black fog
 Which drains the fragments of lost
 Ideas out of me
 Breathing the air of the king's clearing
 I feel that I am uniting
 With the essence of black forest
 And cruel mother winter
 At the cemetery
 Of thousand tombs of false idols
 In flow of morbid and terrific hate
 I see the weak god in tears
 And his son dripping with filthy blood
 I desecrate them in possession of unholiness
 The priests of compassion hanged
 Fluttering in the winds of night
 In hell created for them
 By unholy beings
 Only ruins remain instead of churches
 Battlefields on their sacred places
 Deathwinds are filling me
 With this most beautiful vision
 Candles enlighten the dark
 And the fullmoon which appeared above
 To enhance the funeral of forlorn ideas of christ
 Which has been imbibed
 By the pure black soil
 And I became lord of woods and dark fog
 Ultimate union in the shadow
 Of wooden thrones
 Has created mighty spiritual strength
 And when the candles expired
 And the moon became pale
 I found myself walking to the
 Gates of black heavens
 Led by phantoms of the wood
 And hateful storm
 But now I was one of them...