Heed the capercaillie's call
A premonition of an oncoming war
Leave behind all that you hold inside
The howls gets stronger, they are coming

Wicked is the atmosphere
Ungodly is the swell
Our bodies explode in true emotions

Let the beacon fires burn
The night is ours
A maternal light illuminates these last moments

Leave behind all that you hold inside
The howls gets stronger, they are coming

Far above the truth, we find and we all return to hell