Hear a Haunting Chant

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