In her eye... far away A tear broke free From the ice, from the frost of her long sleep Hear the thunder of the North Hear the ravens screaming her name
Sound asleep deep in the !maternal womb !Suconsciously dreaming aspects of his future reign The Antarct, Prince of the Pillorian Age He who will rule
Four ravens flew !inshores over the windy Nordland coast Gathered again after their journeys in solitude Underneath the thundering skies of the Gallow
In the coming of the shadowed night As the wind circles me in Licks me wet all throught my clothes The only one to witness my sin I, Fornicator I, the
Lost far so long, numbness gives in Incarnated in wood Young, cold, pure,, oh so perfect Still my own beloved Velvet
Embrace me, oh darkness With our !lithest veil Blind my eyes so that I see nothing yet all I see Fertilize my visions of the New Age Teach me the art
Oh Darkness, I will give the throne onto him Of Darkness, I am harvesting the growth of my first spring Of Darkness, Through me you gave him the life
All things past and void of life And all things yet to die and face the light Must come before, kneel and be driven down Before the lords of emptiness
In the black depths of my very soul A vast emptiness lies so arcane and cold Caressed by the icy touch of melancholy Like the sweetest of poison it permeates
Come a little bit closer So I can see what you taste like A pale face, a vision of suicide Dead ends and a St. Jude figurine Bury me in a shallow grave
Black and white, it's all the same Good and evil - pieces in a medieval game Black shoot black, white take all Color will be our downfall Blood runs red