the pagan winter

horned master of endless time

summon thy unholy disciples

trained for centuries to come. gather on the highest mountain

united by hatred;

the final superjoint ritual. this

the pagan winter

kept for the obscure

candles hold the only light

sextons hide in fear

for this eternal winter

a new god ruled the sky

the million hands of joy

have something holy to burn

from the top of the world one could see

the white light servants flee

engulfed in an infernal cyclone

created by blasphemy

religious bodies crossed the sky

the vision was our wine

roar of fire

feeble fools

into the furnace fire