Forgotten Cult of Aldaron - Behemoth

Since a long time I? ve visited those old dungeons

I spilled the first blood in the depth

In the darkness of the forest? s maze

I found her, morbid beauty

I used to spend whole days

In the mystic places of Delduwath

There, where the light of the fullmoon

Fell as the dying sun

The wolf? s howling was lulling to sleep

My young soul…

How beautiful were the views of nocturnal land

How wonderful was the life in complete solitude

Away from villages and towns, mentions and palaces

The last moments give birth to memories in me

Who was that beauty, majestic and great

What were those views, beautiful gilded by leaves

Which were hiding behind them so many mystic wefts

They stole my solitude and independence

I lie crushed by the chains in a wet cell, bleeding

I am waiting for mother, the last hope, death

Let the died out fire awake in me, let it awake Aldaron

Black gusts of dust covered my divine person with their arms

The gates of nature for ages dead, opened themselves

tears of soil filled green valley

Naked Carpathian mountains denuded its might

Rights which created this world

With fury strike heaven, pearly gates

The dark powers of nature unleashed veritable war

The last breaths of sun falling onto the snow

Turned into scream of a dying light…