Wilderness of the Soul Lyrics

I want to leave this place of a false wealth
Through dark solitude, death whispers
its secrets of the vast wilderness
Whispers I hear from the wild unknown
Starring into the wilderness
A light bearer in the blackness of the woods

A sense of a voice calling from the black
A face that calls
So blue white and reeking of cold
I want to wash the face
with clotted toad blood
Twisted witchery in the wilderness
Twisting the mind and soul
into the unknown wilderness
Walking beyond the light in the shades
of the nocturnal sorcery

Twisting my mind
I am an enemy of the structures
of the false society
The black woods are the eternal throne
I forge my own will, desires and destiny

You are nothing!
A blind slave oppressed and programmed
by false wealth
With the skull...
I speak at night
With the skull in my hand
I walk into the wild
Holding a chalice up high facing the woods
The black woods are my throne
Smeared in black blood of a toad
And followed by a howling black dog