The forest sings it's morbid lamentations

Accompanied with all the depraved souls who

Wander eternally in these cold woods

Frightened shrieks and sounds of the beast's hunt silently echo

A wolf, the king of dark wilderness

With painful hunger in search for blood and orgasm of death...

The beast of grand torments...

In the nocturnal landscape the fear walks before the hunter

A cold breath in the frosty bushes creates ice crystals so morbidly beautiful

The sign of the beast of grand torments...