Night Of Retribution

The pyres burn in the distance for SatanBarking dogs in the woods are far awayWith my shield and sword worn with valourI smell the terror of the holy in the wintry nightI stand at the fires, still my breath steams in the coldIn the light of the fullmoon I mount my horseIt's the night of retribution and christian holocaustFrom the pyres their screams call our old horn's return...