Tunrida - Scandinavian Female Devil lyrics

As the snow glitters in the pale moonlight The chalice is filled and the sacrifice is ready As the trees sing with their heads bowed in homage The gathering is at hand "The eyes - Like a window into nothing The form - The air is cold and restless The strength - Natures wrath is vast The rising - The circle is complete" The hour has struck for the unholy war to start And we raise our fists in profane glory For our enemies will be crushed and trampled And our homeland will be free The candle of rage is lit And the heathens of Skandinavia shall unite Oh, come forth all servants of Tunrida The north will be returned to its rightful owners