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I'm plunging into snow grave

'Neath the frostbitten pagan woods.

I'm lying on the dead frozen ground

Heaving closed my eyes in utter gloom...

With the autumnal web

Swathed me my dream.

The dream of a wolf

In abyssic realms...

I'm dreaming about my previous lifes.

My memories reel like withered leaves

Remember my last lunar nights

Before my fallen to the ditch of the kings

Clad in blood made cerements...

Remember rising midst serrated fur-trees

The northern wind cherished my soul...

Remember sweet scent of flesh

And, above rubies, warm bloody flows...

My slumber keeps my pain...

The arrival of cursed Easten creed

On the Hyperborean lands...

And my brothers that laved off disgrace

With Christian and heathen waters of veins

And the wailing of racked virgins on crosses:

"Our flesh like their god was crucified!

We were thrown in deep ravines to be forgotten

But now, in thy memory, we are alive!"

I see the domination of Heathen gods

In the depths of my tomblike memory.

I see their visages through the scud

Befor the Jewish invasion of devilry...

Dont wake me, let me roam forever

In the shadows of the past...

Leave me here midst snowdrifts and fur trees

For the ages of dust...

Bury me in the present for I'm THERE -

Where burn the abodes of Lie,

Aminds vengeance and wars...

Lifting to nightfall ethers...

The dream of the predator merges with the sky...