Tangorodrim - Unholy Metal Way

Hate and darkness in my conscious
The brains are impregnated with dampness
The unhealthy atmosphere
Created by oppressive woods in front...
Unholy Metal Way
Vorvavshis' pod gradusom na kladbische
At the winter hellish midnight
We have dug out the tomb of the priest
There was the smell of sweat from the coffin.
Alcoholic blunt brains do no catch the riffs
And the shoulder-blade of priest
Has been using as pick for bass guitar.
Strangely enough freshness of the night air
Has given aggression and broken bottle
Has been using for
Dismembering of the cemetery keeper.
Yes... This world is full of holy bitches
Who never got into the sights of the trees
Never heard the call of winds
And even never believed in UFC
(Unknown Flying Coffins)
And drinking vodka by beer
I thought that my spirit is in eternal roaming
Through the atmosphere of... Unholy Metal Way