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Oh, this air... This landscape... This misery and cry
Damned cold winds and northern nightsky silent
The stars upon us, just right distance away from us
And the Moon, makes this snow sparkle in my eyes

Make it more, make it more Moment of Cult
Make it more like the Moment of Cult

Ave Luna! Ave Lux! Ave Mortem!
The Moon enchants this night incentive
Mortals sings along the hymns of pagans
Speaking in tongues and dying for their believes

Feel the the winds on your skin, feel the convulsion
Let the snow drive your mind to madness by its shine
This ritual is your small world and real solution
When you feel the cold hand of Death, it's the fine

Make it more, make it more Moment of Cult
Make it more like the Moment of Cult

Breath this deadly air, feel the kiss of frozen queen
This invisible blizzard, shadows of thy nightmare
The light blinds your eyes like you've never awakened
Remind the past of thee, let the blood cease flowing in your veins

Chains of wisdom will now fracture, it happens when you die
The wisdom reveals only, when soul begins to wander
This cult is only way to wisdom, to eternal knowledge
The toll of wisdom is death, complete freedom of awareness

Candles are lighted, torches are ablazing its beauty
The last touch of heat, so insane intensity
Pagans shall sing their last hymns for their northern stars
Last night of the cult, cult of wisdom and awareness
Now the last breath... The body will flow... The soul wanders
To its beloved destination... The wisdom...