The wolves howled at the moon. That chilly autumn night. And cold winds whispered through. The scattered leaves. . When the first light from. A late, yet crimson dawn.
the mist of blue frost. falls the proud valleys of the north. an iceage of terror. as silent as snow hides the hills. in this frozen land I ride. as the northern light guides my way.
So cold an embrace. From the dead,. Yet so familiar arms. That used to belong. That used to belong to a queen. . So cold a kiss.. So cold a kiss from the lips..
burning midnight skies. the blaze of the stars is calling again. wispering mystic chorus. a promise of immortality. . take my soul to where the falcons fly.
a massive lust-like rage I feel. yet calm, rejoiced, I am. the so lifegiving daylight went. then night, so pure, became. with the shining, ancient, moon.
this is the dusk of the week!. northern storms are silent,. yet it blows in the north. northern kings are sleeping,. yet kings rule. . ten centuries of torment.
I am the writer of the plays, played at the theatre of pain. I am the joker in the most evil of all games. I host the circus of the plague. SO!!. Cut me with glass.
When the hunger. Slit your mind apart. And you hind yourself. Strangled by the crown of thorns. You crave.your soul is bleeding. You throttle in a lake.
Only the crows. Fly at night. Viewing the desolation. Only the crows. Cry at night.. And the victims of my desecration. . My time is at night. When I hear the crows cry.
over the cold endless. mountain streem. into the dark frozen forest. under the snow coverd trees. through the wintery. whispering winds. great gods of Esgerd.
.Ohh mistress of emotions. night in twilight rays of grey. in your embrace alone I find endurance. the fragile hours set between the sundown and the dawn.
Lashed to your knees by a serpents tongue. forced to eat the lies. Jehovah. messiah.. the bloodstained sword shall crush your heart. the wild blood of a beast runs through the vains..
hellish, earthly and heavenly. goddess of the crossroads; guiding light. queen of the night, enemy of the sun. . friend and companion of darkness. you who rejoice to see blood flow.
brave sons of the pagan age raises. by the summoning of a wind from the past. silently watching the valleys below. as the northern light crosses the sky.
Seven signs upon the welkin high. a prophecy of man to die. the irony of the curse was the fact of the prayer. it was invoked in ignorant despair. a boundless terror blazing rage.
RISE!!. high above the crystal sea. the lake of fools. . FLY!!. fly on the wings of your soul. invoke the daemon that dwells at the core of your soul.
gathered are they, the wolves. from the north. and the tribes of. the underworld hordes. heathen men. from pagan wastelands. joined with them have they.
Come gather now to this humble feast. I host this hallow night. come join the masquerade. attend the pleasure and delight. come drink the sweetest wine I serve.