Evilfeast Wintermoon Enchantment 1. Intro: Open The Mysteries From Beyond [Instrumental] 2. Fullmoon Over The Eastern Woods Bow before the grim moon The realm's silvery-faced watcher Arquaint the inward fiery inhuman dismay The kingdom of cold might Overwhelming dark eminence Disallows the impure undignified to enter This land is a ritual sumptuous robe An external layer to assimilate by the crowd Unmitigated aspect hidden for undesirable sight A gate to be forced by the somber nobility A hypodermic permanent eclipse That none with their inert rejoice Ever felt the fraction of This land has persisted immense Thrust of desecrating burdens As they tried to deprive its very core By raising their abhorrent lucid shrines Yet endured the obscure entity A retribution force Each meadow will own the gallows For grotesque brood of God Silver stream sinks through wooden stained glass Paints my face a pattern of inconstant ambience At the mystical bound The luminosity dares not to stride At the glorious time When no human dare to disrupt I hail the enchanted fullmoon that ascends Over the eastern Mazovian woods... 3. Tradition - Heritage - Destiny The stones are silently carrying the eons burden Beneath them the tokens entombed in soil I call over the echoes of the wayward winds of centuries In tainted awareness they merge loyalty with betrayal Among the oak limbs lies the remembrance And the elders artifacts covered by dust Brothers once standing as unity in warfare Displaced through grandiose treacherous strike Appeared against under opposite banners Sworn allegiance to the outer sovereigns And lavished each others precious blood They were clouds torn by the winds of history At the field resounding with funeral chant A tree with shallow roots bends under assaults Dependency to the nameless kings Ending up broken and defiled in mud The deeply-rooted tree shall stand high and proud On the restless barren land despite alternate winds Here are my roots, here, deep Inseparable with this soil Immersed into labyrinth of olden spirits and acts I absorb the very noble essence A vehemence to endure each storm... 4. The Wind & The Old Willows Autumn avid mist coats the vast spaces Homeland devoured by the weeping firmament Grey horizons unfurl Limbs embrace the darkened plains A distant forest looming far away A cheer to enter the sinister dark I pass this Earth as the bleak frozen undead Beset amongst the hideous pest Adorned in carnal shield The upper morbid evil domains I ever wander in solitude my own places of worship Ascending the thrones of great ominous mystery The October sunset lured me to the moors again To grasp and immerse into sullen desolate aura The wind sang to surge the Heaven's serenity The ravens echoed upwards their discord tune The old willows watched bowing their rugged heads The shimmering starlight reflected in my eyes And death - the pale spectre carried soul To her unfathomed mighty empress - infinity Then I left the misty humid realm And entered the uncanny meadows Ornate in grief none might obtain Yet armed in hateful highness... 5. Interlude: Passing The Meadows In Woe [Instrumental] 6. Wolves Of Hyperborean Frost Among the silence where the woods freeze The skies remain grim to rejoice the winter wolves That came from beyond the misty hills Approached to gather at the immaculate soil I am of them to obliterate the God's traces I am of them to disavow the son thrice I am of them to suffocate the spirit with hatred I am of them to mock those raped by the luminous realm Mountains - the calm witness to these Conjuring and transcending rites My face adorned with the hoarfrost Atop the mount unapproachable plateau Glance upon the grey locust That drowned their innate pride Into the mud of idolatry Out of reach of the failure monuments sight casting the stones in powerless incomprehensibility I watch them hovering beneath our feet Stand as a part of the limited circle In the sphere I climbed once Conquering the steps gropingly then aware Filth nest I've left by my will as so few dared before Over those of torn off knees and shattered brows Forlorn attempts to reach beyond From the grotesque usurper's blessed void Distinguish the worms creeping in wolf masks And drag them back into their divine swamp And then amidst the silent woods I shall intone the heretic chant... 7. Summoning The Splendour Once Fallen All empires fell with crafts that seemed eternal Silent testimonies of permanent elapse Some walls shattered by adverse mights Some mounts imperceptibly festered into dust The time avoids depicting the line It journeys incessantly over interfering circles None spirit enfolds its flowing Due to immense radius spread A glance aback reveals It brought us into aeon ghastly plain The verge of timely dimension A gallery of overpast lords That left in fulminatory roar Or departed in dismal groans Environed by world order Of inverted power's hierarchy The odds obliterated between eulogy and disgrace Dwelling in the oblivious void Yet shall we recover the strength To re-establish the exact image And put it into the recent frame Mouldered is the principle of kingdom lost pride and honor they attempted to bury Will disengage form damnation claws And recrucify the pitiful idols To let the streams of hatred efface the sacrosanct offal Each empire must fall thus I behold the arisen From behind the nearest void's bend The splendour once fallen... 8. Outro: Descent Into The Starlit Spheres [Instrumental] GrimSpirit ‒ All Instruments, Vocals