Lyrics for split with Dizziness

Dark Ages Of Witchery

Cold was a shine
Of a moon's eye far in the skies
Forests, hills and moors
Covered by fog in the Samhain night

Pure midnight silence
Broken by the chants of the Celtic ceremony
Pagan rite has begun
Torn off a veil of the night's serenity

Women bodies with a spirits of wolves inside them...
Blood is spilled on the wooden altar

Laugh of devilry
Forgotten Dark Ages Of Witchery

Burning the wooden crusifixes
Blaming holy bastard christ
Sacrifice for the obscure forests
Times of the forgotten pagan rites

Worshippers has been slaughtered one by one
Young and old, men and women
They shown no mercy for us
Possessed priests of crucified castrate
And when years has gone and ages had passed
Pagan Cults will be opened again for some ones

Time has come
Master of the woods! Appear on your throne
Your brides
Waiting with a flame in their eyes

Spilling and splashing
Blood of the lamb on the altar
Fullmoon chants
As a hymn for Kernunnos

Forgotten cults of Europe, arising knowledge is murky
Forgotten Dark Ages Of Witchery

Funeral March Of The Rats

Pagan cults are forgotten now, but still remained
In a cold catacombs, where floor is covered by bones

The Great Mother Kibela
Worshippers still remain
In dark dungeons and grottoes
Where subhumans are grown up as food for

Rats! Funeral march of the Rats! 

Downwards and downwards on a ladder...
Feel the horror and panic of subhuman remains
Gnawed and nibbled skeletons
Open their mouthes in mute shout

Sacrificial altar in a center of the dungeon
Moist walls covered by blood and web
Here no light shines and no sound were through the ages
Only decayed bones keep a secret of


Rats! Funeral march of the Rats!

Subhuman flesh and body is a food for the Masters
In rusty cages and shabby sheds new brood is fattened
The mad shepherd with an ugly demonic snout
Forces ugly creatures to dance absurd dance of death

Avalanche of rats from hell chasms
Breaking loose, devouring all on the way
Devouring scum herds and shepherd
The dungeon floor is covered by moving, hungry gnawing layer of

Rats! Funeral march of the Rats! 

Wallachian Woods

Cold whirlwinds
Scatter death-yellow leaves on the ground
The moon has shown
It's pale muzzle from the black clouds
Wolfs are howling far in the woods
And blood get colder in veins
The sight of burning stars
Penetrates through your soul

In The Frightful Wallachian Woods
Evil whispering in the midnight
In the Frightful Wallachian Woods
Unvoiced shouts sound from darkness

The writhed branches of trees as
if hands of the dead
Lasting to you in a moonlight
Wishing to tear apart your throat
Ugly trunks silently whisper damnations
To you

Evil rules the forest
Malefic spells of forgotten past
Children of the poisoned swamps
And wolfish womb thirst for your blood
In a thickets where spirits of witches
Celebrating their masses
Cold air will strangle
Your desperate shout

Werewolves are haunting prey in a fog
Red burning eyes and canines in blood
Shades of the night flying beasts
Flashing above your head
Mischievous laughter of an old raven
Echoed ominously in your ears
And forest haze above the cold lakes
Drags you in its ice waters

Demons of night torment your getting cold body
and choking in mad laughter
Spirits of woods taking away your dying soul
With themselves in impassable thickets

In The Frightful Wallachian Woods
Evil summoning in the midnight
In the Frightful Wallachian Woods
Unvoiced shouts sound from darkness
In The Frightful Wallachian Woods
Witches' spirits rule the sabbath
In The Frightful Wallachian Woods
Shifting shadows on a fog cloth