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
