Wolves Of Hyperborean Frost

Among the silence where the woods freeze
 The skies remain grim to rejoice the winter wolves
 That came from beyond the misty hills
 Approached to gather at the immaculate soil
 I am of them to obliterate the God's traces
 I am of them to disavow the son thrice
 I am of them to suffocate the spirit with hatred
 I am of them to mock those raped by the luminous realm
 Mountains, the calm witness to these
 Conjuring and transcending rites
 My face adorned with the hoarfrost
 Atop the mount unapproachable plateau
 Glance upon the grey locust
 That drowned their innate pride
 Into the mud of idolatry
 Out of reach of the failure monuments sight
 Casting the stones in powerless incomprehensibility
 I watch them hovering beneath our feet
 Stand as a part of the limited circle
 In the sphere I climbed once
 Conquering the steps gropingly then aware
 Filth nest I've left by my will as so few dared before
 Over those of torn off knees and shattered brows
 Forlorn attempts to reach beyond
 From the grotesque usurper's blessed void
 Distinguish the worms creeping in wolf masks
 And drag them back into their divine swamp
 And then amidst the silent woods
 I shall intone the heretic chant