The air was so cold and pure

I could almost touch the heart of its sin

I turned my face against the sky

Nocturnal gates ruled this blackest night

I held my sword high...

And drank the blood on its cold blade

In a cyclone of infernal desire

The ancient northern warriors rose again



The pagan wind blows

Through the mists of eternal hate



Black ravens fly

Riding the winds of forgotten pride



So this night had come at last...

Raped is the grace of the queen of love

I laugh as the whore cries

Her tears of blood drown the frozen ground

A northern kingdom rose

At the artic waste of eternal night

This new aeon was... for the ones

Of this northern throne



I stood there alone at these mountains

Cold winds of hate filled my wings

I flew through this winter night

(Knowing) These kingdoms shall be forever



A hunger for the purest blood



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