The slaughter

Of winter, closed in melting ice
I hear her roar in great dispise
I hear her scream
I her her lies
I see destruction in Your eyes!

Season of the witch
Under retching heaven
Cross on iced peak
I wouldn't touch you
Never... NEVER
So let me burn
In my own fever

Satan calls in veins of spring,
Certainly for everything -
Let him in (don't let him in...)
His speach is fountain of sins
And you'll scream
Hell is not as it's just seems

Step back
Into the black
Fly on the wings of death
I don't want to smell...
To hear last breath

Season of the witch
Under retching heaven
Cross on iced peak
I wouldn't touch you
Never... NEVER
So let me burn
In my own fever

Deathday will be soon your nightmare
In the shades of summer light
In the shrines of goddess laugh
It's the slaughter... it's massacre
And your wounds are opened wide

And your blood is shining bright...

Ladders led me through astray,
Where the gown of moon
Is starts to sway...
And.. I am... the wolf...
I'll reap your throat, so...
Pray!

Oceans of fucken water...
So, let it flow...
Let there be slaughter
Let me in
Your dying autumn