Satyricon

(Remake Of "The Dark Castle In The Deep Forest" From "Dark Medieval Times")
Burn!
Dark, horned, I spin over dead funeral realm (wonder to realm side)
Come forth unholy winter behold unmake in clad
Hail mistress of the night, so (call) dark black grim and evil
To live possessed by the springing dance
I could feel the presence of the shadows from lament deepest dark
Never come in wind's breath