Spill the cursed wine
In the Fullmoon Asbath
In the lunar shine
Witchcraft superiority
We're the children of the Goddess!
We greet the Moon in our sacred grove!
Mother Moon gave us the Power
And Knowledge of Witchcraft!
In the night of Fullmoon
We gather in the dark forest
Where our horned lord reigns
Kernunnos and his spouse,
the Goddess-Mother
Under the night skies
We praise your sacred lunar light
And shining raging bleeding stars
Pure pagan pyre buring bright in the night
At the top of the mountain under the marble moon
Hidden in the deep sickets, we dance in circle
Against the moving of the Sun,
We are naked and soiled in blood,
Weaved in united ecstasy of cursed wine of our Goddess
Spill the cursed wine
In the Fullmoon Asbath
In the lunar shine
Witchcraft superiority
We stand around near
A rough sacrificial stone altar
Crowned by the bleeding heart
And chalice of wine,
In the middle of red clouds
Our god with cervine horns merges
In exciting ecstasy with our Mother
He sates by himself the insatiable moon
Which is in a zenith of the beauty and attractiveness
We write our pagan names in the Book of Shadows
Spill the cursed wine
In the Fullmoon Asbath
In the lunar shine
Witchcraft superiority
Watch out the new teaser for the album from Pagan War Rex! Then all guitars were recorded for the newest album "The Sacred Grove". Veteris is no band member anymore and album was recorded with drum-machine. So, watch for the details in the autmn!
And also final mix of promo track for the actual album "Fullmoon Asbath"!
Finally the picture of Miroslav Zapletal "Cernunnos and a princess" will be used for cover artwork. First Drunemeton album will take name "Fullmoon Asbath". Only the fragment of this picture will be used.
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