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