作词 : Darkthrone
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 northern sky
Where the days are dark
And night the same
Moonlight drank the blood
Of a thousand pagan men
It took ten times a hundred years
Before the king on the northern throne
Was brought tales of the crucified one
Coven of renewed delight
A thousand years have passed since then
Years of lost pride and lust
Souls of blasphemy
Hear a haunting chant
We are a blaze in the northern sky
The next thousand years are ours