Deep Calleth Upon Deep - Satyricon

In the darkest storm through the cold of night

We hear the wolves cry at my chamber door

The path of evermore from the dawn of time

In the rain alone with your demons claw

Now, let your brother help if the palace falls

And the dragon dies we’ll let the mothers mourn

In the forest old, when the moon rises and the shadows fall

Deep Calleth upon deep

And in the forest old

Deep Calleth upon deep

With a fearless heart and no one’s dream torn

Just like the fire burns on the hillsides north

You will tear the skies and we will never die

In the forest old, when the moon rises and the shadows fall

Deep Calleth upon deep

And in the forest old

Deep Calleth upon deep

In the forest old, when the moon rises and the shadows fall

Deep Calleth upon deep

And in the forest old

Deep Calleth upon deep