Lying in the Northern wind
As the Sky turns Black
clouds of Melancholy
rape the Beams
of a Devoid Dying Sun
and the Distant Fog approaches
Coven of forgotten Delight
Hear the Pride of a Northern Storm
Triumphant sight on a Northern Sky
Where the days are Dark
and Night the Same
Moonlight Drank the Blood
of a thousand Pagan men
It took ten times a hundred Years
Before the King on the Northern Throne
was brought Tales of the crucified one
Coven of renewed Delight;
A Thousand Years have passed since then -
Years of Lost Pride and Lust
Souls of Blasphemy,
hear a Haunting Chant -
We are a Blaze in the Northern Sky
The next thousand Years Are OURS
