hear a haunting chant lying in the northern wind as the sky turns black clouds of melancholy rape the beams devoid dying sun and the distant fog approaches coven of forgotten delight hear the pride of a northern storm triumph sight on a northern sky where the days are dark and nights 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 forgotten delight hear the pride of a northern storm triumphant sight on a northern sky coven of renewed delight a thousand years have passed since then years of lost pride and lust the next thousand years are ours coven of forgotten delight thousand years have passed since then hear the pride of a northern storm souls of blasphemy hear a haunting chant we re a blaze in the northern sky the next thousand years are ours 1