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

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN