A Perfect Vision Of The Rising Northland

Winter of the ages so dark so cold that flames turn to the bluest frost

Mountains of ice rises above a dead and frozen ground

The ravens returns to the hills

And the Millenium black bells of eternal frost

Chaim through the Northern lightning

Upon the mountainside I stand

The floods of black runs below

Hair of a cold goatscalp I kiss

Eyestaken mountains still breathes

At one with the poisoned ground

Midnight darksky open up

A blast of red lightning rides the night

With doom winds death angels fly

Across a nearly closed skyline

And the sun freezes at one with the infernal holocaust frozen clouds

Centuries of doom reigned by the Goatthrone of desire

Raised by sorcery to the Holocaust sky

North black hordes storms

Through invincible cyclones of frostwinds

I lift my hands

And join the ceremonial circle of one wind

Eyes of stone now sleeps into eternal night

This winter is forever

A wind of red I rode

A wind of evil cold

For the years that have passed in the North

Brought me visions of the Goatthrone of desire

On the hillside where I stood left for another world

Tragedies blows at horizon

The sun freezes to dust

A perfect vision of the rising Northland