In the loneliness of winter
When I seek penance for my sins
I call upon my fate for mercy
Oh let the king of diamonds win
When the lords of light are with me
I climb the stairs up to Ungol
When the angel witch she soothes me
I'm her witchfinder general
Yeah
Doom is the soul of metal
Primordial and pure
Doom is the true essence of living
Immortal
My cure
When my heart is filled with sorrow
And I wonder who I am
I put on some ancient Trouble
Some old Vitus
Pentagram
When my soul walks in the darkness
Or life's hopelessness again
Then I find solace
I find comfort
And I learn and understand
Yeah
At the blessed pagan altar
He kneels the reverend bizarre
And he calls me and I follow
Into the doomed world of my heart
There is beauty in the mourning
So much truth and tenderness
Let me celebrate the sabbath so black
The rites of candlema**
There is wisdom in the slowness
In the rhythm is the magic
In the air
And I know I've found salvation
In the music of despair