Voidhanger - Days of Cathartic Solitude lyrics

Moments so rare Moments so precious Far beyond the self Beyond all commonplaceness A microcosm of horror A stronghold of blackness Frostbitten heart and wolfish hunger Misanthropy, the old-fashioned way Far from the future Far from now Far from all the scum Close to the woods Close to the dark Close to the ancient black metal Closer, closer to the edge The funeral wind starts to blow The mundane reason is put to sleep So let the churches burn Southern fire on wintеr days And northern coldness on summer nights I see thе visions of the past And death's fingerprints on my whisky glass Days of cathartic solitude I visit seven churches I raise the flag of hate I listen to morbid tales Welcome to hell I know that hell awaits me I see blood, fire, death In the sign of evil I don’t break the oath Blood upon the altar All the witches dance Scarlet evil witching black I know the statues are watching With Transylvanian hunger I follow the freezing moon And I can hear Carpathian wolves