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