Paroles de Subterranean Imitation

Teutonic initiate Cold naked and fearful Set upon by wild beasts Starving and forlorn Lineage of kings lords of battle A temple of wet earth And rough stones erected in haste Don this garment of wolf skin Drink deep from the sacred mead Bathe in this fire kindled with living wood Torn from sacred trees Steeds heads bowed await their rider The air scented with smoke and blood One thousand horns sound in eternal salute To the old gods of war their empire in ruins