Once hymns of priests
of the hidden art reverberated
through my rocking body
I am the forest, i am ancient
My roots loom deep into time
by ancient thoughts
by a rediciulous god,
by persecution and appression
they were banished out of me
I am the forest, i am ancient
I am the Throne of the old gods
but enter my heart of stone and kindle
the old fire of the dark guild
stimulate me, the time is right
to join in the complaint song of wolves
see how the sign is blazing again in my heart
the sign of devilish existence
the lords of hell are by your side
I am the forest, I am ancient
I am the oracle of this world.