black winds

satyricon

summon thy hidden wisdom

gather the unholy hate

winter is at hand

frozen my tears will be

created by blasphemy

the edge of my sword

the powers of my mind

winter is at hand

as two torches blaze in the dark

a warrior dressed in black

granted eternal life

black winds blow my hair

as the voice of the night

whispers my name

blackened ground

misty sound

hear the call for war

the master calling his

warriors to explore by the sign of the horns

as the dawn arises the souls of a thousand

young men shall go wild

as the fire shines into the night they're sitting by

the campfires awaiting the dawn