Days of Cathartic Solitude Lyrics

MOMENTS SO RARE
MOMENTS SO PRECIOUS
FAR BEYONDTHE SELF
BEYOND ALL COMMONPLACENESS

A MICROCOSM OF HORROR
A STRONGHOLD OF BLACKNESS
FROSTBITTEN HEART AND WOLFISH HUNGER
MISANTHROPY – THE OLD – FASHIONED WAY

FAR FROM THE FUTURE
FAR FROM NOW
FAR FROM ALL THE SCUM
CLOSE TO THE WOODS
CLOSE TO THE DARK
CLOSE TO THE ANCIENT BLACK METAL

CLOSER, CLOSER TO THE EDGE
THE FUNERAL WIND START TO BLOW
THE MUNDANE REASON IS PUT TO SLLEEP
SO LET THE CHURCHES BURN

SOUTHERN FIRE ON WINTER DAYS
AND NORTHERN COLDNESS ON SUMMER NIGHTS
I SEE THE VISIONS OF THE PAST
AND DEATH'S FINGRPRINTS ON MY WHISKY GLASS

DAYS OF CATHARTIC SOLITUDE
I VISIT SEVEN CHURCHES
I RAISE THE FLAG OF HATE
I LISTEN TO MORBID TALES
WELCOME TO HELL

I KNOW THAT HELL AWAITS ME
I SEE BLOOD FIRE DEATH
IN THE SIGN OF EVIL
I DON'T BREAK THE OATH

BLOOD UPON THE ALTAR
ALL THE WITCHES DANCE
SCARLET EVIL WITCHING BLACK
I KNOW THE STATUS ARE WATCING

WITH TRANSYLVANIAN HUNGER
I FOLLOW THE FREEZING MOON
AND I CAN HEAR CARPATIAN WOLVES