Tekster: Immortal. A Perfect Vision Of The Rising Northland.

Winter of the ages so dark so cold
That flames turn into the bluest frost

Mountains of ice rises above a dead and a frozen ground
The ravens return to the hills
And the Millennium black bells of eternal frost
Chime to the Northern lightning

Upon the mountain side I stand
The floods of black runs below

Hair of a cold goat scalp I kiss
Eye's taken mountains still breathes at one
To the poisoned ground

Midnight dark sky open up
A blast of red lightning rides the night

With doom winds death's angels fly
Across a nearly closed sky line
And the sun freezes at one with the infernal holocaust frozen clouds

"Centuries of doom reigned by the Goat Throne of desire
Raised by sorcery to the Holocaust sky"


North black hordes storms
Through invincible cyclones of frost winds
I lift my hands
And join the ceremonial circle of one wind

Eyes of stone now sleep into eternal nights
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 a vision of the Goat Throne of desire

On the hill side where I stood I left for another world
Tragedies blows at horizon
The sun freezes to dust

A perfect vision of the rising Northland