מילים לשיר To The Gates Of Blasphemous Fire – Nokturnal Mortum

To be the God to be the power To be the Fire to be the Ice To be the Chaos to be the Moon To be the Night to be the Blood
The hands of Chaos, the heavens burning.
I spirit on it. my last sacrifice.
The dark vails hide our faces,
in bloody dreams I hear the breath of woods.
To be the Dusk, to be the Dawn,
to be the Free, to be the Spawn.
High grass stretches its to the Moon,
it's burried in the grass among the deep forest.
The crack of trees is like the harmony of nature
that makes me listen to the silence.
I hear the silence, I see the night,
my hands are cold like the breath of winter.
The blood doesn't run through these veins, it left my body.
The wounds don't disturb and pain is gone.
The darkness is eternal!
And life of the master of blackness is immortal!
The hands of Chaos on the burned heaven ashes.
In my immortality has been born. To be the Thunder to be Silence to be the Sword to be the peace To be the hird to be the cloud to be the God to be the Power to be the Chaos.