Winter of the ages so dark so cold that flames turn to the bluest frostMountains of ice rises above an dead an frozen groundThe ravens returns to the hillsAnd the Millennium black bells of eternal frostChaise through the Northern lightningUpon the mountainside I standThe floods of black runs belowHair of a cold goatscalp I kissEyestaken mountains still breathesAt one with the poisoned groundMidnight dark sky open upA blast of red lightning rides the nightWith dooms winds deaths angels flyAcross an nearly closed skylineAnd the sun freezes at one with the infernal holocaust frozen cloudsCenturies of doom reigned by the Goathrone of desireRaised by sorcery to the Holocaust skyNorth black hordes stormsThrough invisible cyclones of frostwinds I lift my handsAnd join the ceremonial circle of the windEyes of stone now sleeps into eternal nightThis winter is foreverA wind of red I rodeA wind of evil coldFor the years that have passed in the NorthBrought me visions of the Goathrone of desireOn the hillside where I stood I left for another worldTragedies blows at horizonThe sun freezes to dustA perfect vision of the rising Northland