I am the shadow of your pain in existenceYou please my nocturnal hungerMy hunger for the black moons arise from the white skyUnlighted by the frozen fires of winterMy nordic witch in freezing appearanceShe, who's lust is obediant to meOur seat of blackness lit through glorious ridesOver the hills where the norse spirit liesCould she ever bring me what I need?Oh, what candle wouldn't I burn?Will the earthly eclipse ever be?How many times wouldn't I die?I who can see through my right eye with my leftI will regain my sorrow throughout the centuriesThe children of Christ - Oh, what humble creaturesNot even worthy to serve my enemiesWhat pleasure would I takeIn crushing the voice of GodTHe horizons of death please my black eyesEver will thou be thereYou whom spirit is in my soul,And you who bring forth all miseryOh you, my black witchYou please my hunger for the nightI am the shadow of your pain in existenceYou please my nocturnal hungerMy hunger for the black moons arise from the white skyUnlighted by the frozen fires of winter