Centuries ago, in times of medieval darkness In a great ancient forest Which is born at the end of the Ice Age An enchanted swamp Sucking all energy deep into the ground A domain where worlds are crossing each other Once there stood a powerful monastery With many towers, ruled by King Clovius Who converted his life to Christianity Expecting that his people would follow in his steps The monks lived like heathens And sold their soul to the Devil When darkness falls, the nocturnal creatures awaken Gathering for the Black Mass To praise the One with Horns In sinful lusts they feast upon the flesh Desecrating the laws of the holy trinity On a dark winter night, the sky turned red And lightening struck (the earth) A thundering storm crossed the forest And the earth split open The monastery was swallowed into the depths And closed Silence reigned over the haunted fields Hear the voice of the ancient winds That blows over the cursed swamps The chiming bells echoing through the night The forlorn spirits come out of the dark Walking slowly and staring in darkness They walk there rounds, accompanied with prayers from their somber litanies And when the first lights of the sun reaches The woods they disappear into the dark abyss