Unholy Paragon

Embraced by the Cold Northern Light

Under the Throne of the Megalith

A Chilling Voice penetrates my Mind

I drank the Seas of Knowledge

Under the flaming Sun I saw them

The Twelve holy Disciples

To Regin the Creation of a God

And Bend Their Knees for Millenniums to Come

The Word Spreads...

And the New Seeds are born

Pagan Souls Raise your Torches high

The Holy Shall Burns

Their Bones Shall Build Palaces

The Paragon of Sin

And Delight of the Coven

We Shall Arise...

Under the Throne of the Northern Darkness

With my Art and Knowledge

I am Gods Triumphator

I am the Antichrist