We're a race of masters & conquerors
The column of banished civilizations
The black inner illumination of a lucid madness
Our existance if full of obscure manifestations which give utterance through our art & acts
Our art even is an immortal supreme weapon, ineluctable fatality against no one can fight
Beyond the forgotten woods I can feel the nocturnal emmanation of mysterious presences
May they come to learn me the ancient secret fundamental signs of creation & destruction, of light & darkness &
I shall become the nemesis
The ancestral celestial blood of north flow in my impure flesh, in the solitude of endless night with ill temper I create some new hymns for the highest glory of my empire I'm the opener of the cosmic door of dreams
The fire burn in me & till my last breath I'll embrace the triumph of evil & d**h
I'm a lunatic god howling with the wolves, the symbol of a terrific force, fighting for the supremacy of the nordic pantheon
I'm the war, the dagger & domination