In this great night macabre the ritual profane begins the clearing of the sacred grove my soul faces the cold death Your face haunts the dark valley we seek the wisdom of the serpent pagan worship begins the goddess of cold fire we seek your wisdom beautiful ladies naked in the forest dancing the darkest song her eyes bright with desire an invitation to carnal pleasures drums and flutes announce the most febrile movements intoxicating desires They lead us to a warm abyss Oh great Pyrena your eyes open Death godness Thou hast Your Address beyond the stars approaching you from the land of the elect! It makes us know Kâlibur, The Cold Death of Your Look! And it makes us live in Death the freezing Your Life! Navutan guide us by war the wisdom of the spirit