There was a cabin in the dark age,
In the middle of the dismal Savonia
Grim trees all around
And the sky tears open above
Awful are the tales of the house
There's no flame of life or light
A house holds pain and anger inside
When it has to be grey
The grey house
It reproaches Christ in the dark hours of the night
The grey house
Fuck, there's strength
Rotten corpses and lecherous ghosts
Brought horror to the house
When in the dark hours of the night
The old bells toll
Those sick rituals
And the Devil's hex
Baked bread
And drank each other's blood