Internal Decay Repossessed Throne
Deep within the shadows of the forest The winter night is silent and dark A laughter is heard from far beyond the trees A hunter of the dark, the ruler of this season The fullmoon wanders in eternal sky Stars as distant as a million ages The horned god smiles as he knows what is to come A new awakening in the forests of the north
Disciples hail his arrival Horned is their hunter of shadows With darkness he comes With darkness he shall leave
Again the queen of may is gone As the leaves rot the hunter appears To rule, to hunt, to lead us on his path To repossess his throne of ice once more Storms of evil sweeps in my soul Frozen ages with words from eternity The horned god smiles as another soul darkens The time has come to leave his season
Disciples hail his departing Horned is their hunter of shadows With darkness he comes With darkness he shall leave
Long forgotten forces of nature Darkened pleasures shall please again With the mocking of god he shall rise And the great mother shall live again
Disciples hail his departing Horned is their hunter of shadows With darkness he comes With darkness he shall leave