Wanderer's figures, the hills' call, boot leather, my spirit's steed
A strange world, I the navigator, seeing all the stars
Heaven rejects, hell follows, there's only time without sense
There's only the scent of temptation glowing from my veins' red-whiteness
I bleed my trail into the snow
I let your hounds find me
I paint a rune's circle with my blood
From the midst of death, I deal
Join the choir of severed heads, the bloodless watch from the tops of pikes
Eyes and mouths gaping, silently screaming, horrifying
Empty harmony, flawless dissonance, wordlessly they ask why
Dear, you only send your slaves for fun, and that's why nobody returns
I bleed my trail into the snow
I let your hounds find me
I paint a rune's circle with my blood
From the midst of death, I deal
I'm going to free your slaves
A world black with f*ckery, but no worries, they don't bother a madman
Live now, soon you're just a rotten grin underground
The minions must be reaped to pieces, for the sacrifice, thank the winter
I bleed my trail into the snow
So you would come, and lay me down
I paint a rune's circle with my blood
For I will kiss your neck
I bleed my trail into the snow
I let your hounds find me
I paint a rune's circle with my blood