Rotting Christ - Vetry Zlye

Pray, for the earth, for the forest, for the fire
Call all the spirits of the globe and desire
All power that comes from within
Crimes, in the name of the gods and the power
Now, I feel that brightest hour
To come back to life after being dead
Hail to the gods of fire and hail
Hail to the gods of pyre and hail
Hail to the earth, to the air, to the rain
Thanks to the gods for the air I breathe
Gods of the earth
In our eternal touch with the nature
We see communions of life and death
We see their joyous inseparable unity
We learn that life is as beautiful as death