I am the shadow of your pain in existence

You please my nocturnal hunger

My hunger for the black moons arise from the white sky

Unlighted by the frozen fires of winter

My nordic witch in freezing appearance

She, who's lust is obediant to me

Our seat of blackness lit through glorious rides

Over the hills where the norse spirit lies

Could she ever bring me what I need?

Oh, what candle wouldn't I burn?

Will the earthly eclipse ever be?

How many times wouldn't I die?

I who can see through my right eye with my left

I will regain my sorrow throughout the centuries

The children of Christ - Oh, what humble creatures

Not even worthy to serve my enemies

What pleasure would I take

In crushing the voice of God

THe horizons of death please my black eyes

Ever will thou be there

You whom spirit is in my soul,

And you who bring forth all misery

Oh you, my black witch

You please my hunger for the night

I am the shadow of your pain in existence

You please my nocturnal hunger

My hunger for the black moons arise from the white sky

Unlighted by the frozen fires of winter