A Blaze in the Northern Sky

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 C

I lay Enshrined Contaminated Time Warp My Flesh Yearns For the Tombworld My soul like layers of Frost Simulating a Spectre Shadow Frozen in Time and Space I was Hacked out of Ice Faded am I, behind a wall of consciousness Still feeling a different Wo

Face of the Goat in the Mirror Eyes Burn like (an) October Sunrise As Once they Gazed upon the Hillside Searching for the Memories... In the Shadow of the Horns Only seen by the Kings Of the Dawn (of the) First Millennium Upon the Thrones In the Shad

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 North

Horned Master of Endless Time Summon thy Unholy Disciples Trained for Centuries to Come. Gather on the highest Mountain United by Hatred; The final Superjoint Ritual... This, The Pagan Winter Kept for the Obscure (ones) Candles hold the only light Se

Desert... night... Coyotes feel the cold wave of the dark Red eyes eat through The vast nocturnal landscape A strong light - the only light This is where he made sculptures From the visions that created the force Baphomet in steel for the flesh of ca