Interpret:

Behemoth

Album:

Sventevith (Storming Near The Baltic)

Since a long time I've visited those old dungeons 
I spilled the first blood in the depth 
In the darkness of the forest's maze 
I found her, morbid beauty 
I used to spend whole days 
In the mystic places of Delduwath 
There, where the light of the halfmoon 
Fell as the dying sun 
The wolf's howling was lulling to sleep 
My young soul... 
How beautiful were the views of nocturnal land 
How wonderful was the life in complete solitude 
Away from villages and towns, mansions and palaces 
The last moments give birth to memories in me 
Who was that beauty, majestic and great 
What were those views, beautifully gilded by leaves 
Which were hiding behind them so many mystic wefts 
They stole my solitude and independence 
I lie crushed by the chains in a wet cell, bleeding 
I am awaiting for mother, the last hope, death 
Let the died out fire away in me, let it awake Aldaron 
Black gusts of dust covered my divine person with their arms 
The gates of nature for ages dead, opened themselves 
Tears of soil filled the green valleys 
Naked Carpathian mountains denudated its might 
Rights which created this world 
With fury strike heaven, pearly gates 
The dark powers of nature unleashed veritable war 
The last breaths of sun falling onto the snow 
Turned into the scream of the dying light...