Harlots espied in the forest
First murder the one who's purest
We have a forest village like Robin Hood
We sport corpse paint in the northern woods
300 paces past the treeline
Drinking raccoon blood and tepid brine
Our fellow black metal men have made a home
The forest of winter time zone
Mother Sweden is proud of us all
She gives us acorns and pinecones to sustain our evil ways
Thank you great northern forest
Shelter us from reality
We offer these squirrels as a sacrifice
Let us tr00 believers in black metal be blessed
Fallen timber, moss covered ground
Did I say moss? I meant snow
Snow covered ground.
In the northern forest
Satan
