a blaze in the northern sky

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