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!