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
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
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
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
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
A Thousand Years have passed since then -
Years of Lost Pride and Lust
Souls of Blasphemy,
hear a Haunting Chant -
hear a Haunting Chant -
We are a Blaze in the Northern Sky
The next thousand Years Are OURS
The next thousand Years Are OURS
Reklama