Embraced by the cold northern light   Under the throne of the megalith   A chilling voice penetrates my mind   I drank the seas of knowledge      Under the flaming sun I saw them   The twelve holy disciples   To begin the creation of a God   And bend their knees for millenniums to come      The word spreads…   And the new seeds are born   Pagan souls raise your torches high   The holy shall burn   Their bones shall build palaces   The paragon of sin   And delight the coven   We shall arise…      Under the throne of the northern darkness   With my art and knowledge   I am God’s triumphator   I am antichrist