Letra da Música: Funeral At The Fullmoon - Nocturnal (Polonia)

Lying under the naked sky,
Embraced by the funeral mist,
I can see the black clouds that hang over me
Born from hatred they excite adoration,
Frost covers my body, frozen thorns tear my skin
Flowing blood announces the ultimate sacrifice,
I feel the piercing coldness full of the black urge,
And the heart perforated by the two horns of dark passion
My black soul comes back to the eternal sleep,
Opening the gates of the dark side.
I follow the flame through the dark chambers of the black temple
There looms the chalice from the depth,
Filled with wisdom.
Drinking i create the eternal balphemious union