Where Cold Wings Blow I (was) laid to Rest
I Can not reach my Rusty Weapons
The Blood and Sword that Guided my Path
For they Drowned in the Sands of Wisdom
I was, indeed, a King of the Flesh
My Blackened Edges; still they were Sharp
Honoured by the Carnal Herds
But asketh thou: Closed are the Gates?
My Mind cut my Winged Weapons
And Teeth that was my Pride
And from the Forest all would hear:
Wisdom Opens the Gate for the King
My Weapons Sighted — My Tears they Tasted
Summon my Warriors — To the Land of Desire
To the Domain of Hate — Where Cold Winds Blew
For Lust for Hell — We Rode with the North Wind
Only I could accomplish a fucken Self-deceit
There are only Two Paths — the Mind or the Sword
And the Mind was Open like the Sights in a Dream
But the Sword was like a Stone around my neck
I Entered the Soul of the Snake
And Slept with the Armageddish Whore
(but) without my Throne and my Weapons;
Where Cold Winds Blow became my Grave
@SONG A Blaze In The Northern Sky
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
Coven of forgotten Delight
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
It took ten times a hundred Years
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
Souls of Blasphemy,
Hear a Haunting Chant —
We are a Blaze in the Northern Sky
The next thousand Years Are OURS
