Marching Towards The North کے بول

I'm wandering on the wisp, through mortuary light. My soul is feeling a divine transformation my body floats in the Blackened Kingdom. Far beyond the sky I'll carry my black spirit far beyond the horizons I'll came to kneel in front of you. My eyes are watching pentagram's sign I only hear the demonic warth's wind Whispering voices, decaying screams take my mind. My soul will be sold for eternal life to create a race wich will sow the terror in the world. Far beyond the stars I see the witches on a flame pronouncing their saviour's name ¡Satan! Marching towards the north gazing the beauty of the night marching towards the north watching forest's wanders. Marching towards the north I hear the call of the hidden shadows marching towards the north I feel on my body the eternal lord.