I am the shadow of your pain in existence   You please my nocturnal hunger   My hunger for the black moons arise from the white sky   Unlighted by the frozen fires of winter   My nordic witch in freezing appearance   She, who's lust is obediant to me   Our seat of blackness lit through glorious rides   Over the hills where the norse spirit lies   Could 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 left   I will regain my sorrow throughout the centuries   The children of Christ - Oh, what humble creatures   Not even worthy to serve my enemies   What pleasure would I take   In crushing the voice of God   THe horizons of death please my black eyes   Ever will thou be there   You whom spirit is in my soul,   And you who bring forth all misery   Oh you, my black witch   You please my hunger for the night   I am the shadow of your pain in existence   You please my nocturnal hunger   My hunger for the black moons arise from the white sky   Unlighted by the frozen fires of winter