Horned master of endless time

Summon thy unholy disciples

Trained for centuries to come.

Gather on the highest mountain

United by hatred;

The final superjoint ritual...



This, the pagan winter

Kept for the obscure (ones)

Candles hold the only light

Sextons hide in fear



For this eternal winter

A new god ruled the sky

The million hands of joy

Have something holy to burn



From the top of the world one could see

The white light servants flee

Engulfed in an infernal cyclone

Created by (our) blasphemy



Religious bodies crossed the sky

The vision was our wine

Roar of fire, feeble fools

Into the furnace fire