Since we've entered the unholy wood Our destiny in blood turned shed Running through snow and mushrooms Chasing our lost spirits enslaved by the master oak We became beasts, wood's hunters No sanity anymore, rivers of hate! Runes of power! Turn me strong! Runes of death! Turn me merciless! With no eyes, with no reason We left sun behind by wolf's influence Foggy lands! Palace of darkness! Swords laws, rules of the hunt! No sanity anymore, rivers of hate! Runes of power! Turn me strong! Runes of death! Turn me merciless! Kill the "holy" bastard, kill the Nazarene! Come äpakoí (Drakon), kill the Nazarene!