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