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