Pagan__Rehearsal_96__01_in_the_threshold (Cover)

Moonlight falls on the cold alter stone Fiends dance around with joy Winds from the frosty valleys blow over misty air The might in the frost I feel See the eyes of the serpent Burning like a flame on the snowclad mountains Rites for the unholy souls Flying over the sky with bloody wings And on the horizon I lay I summon thee Screams of the wizards from the dark chapels As the lightning flashes Hordes of the ones with unbeloved souls encompass me In the threshold of dawnless lands