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 an dead an frozen ground

The ravens returns to the hills

And the Millennium black bells of eternal frost

Chaise 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 dark sky open up

A blast of red lightning rides the night

With dooms winds deaths angels fly

Across an nearly closed skyline

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

Centuries of doom reigned by the Goathrone of desire

Raised by sorcery to the Holocaust sky

North black hordes storms

Through invisible cyclones of frostwinds I lift my hands

And join the ceremonial circle of the 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 Goathrone of desire

On the hillside where I stood I left for another world

Tragedies blows at horizon

The sun freezes to dust

A perfect vision of the rising Northland