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