I am a true son of the darkness
And I alone walk this twisted landscape, stalking the pit
Enchanted by the bloody terrain of which I travel

My pagan roots outstretch the land of this earthly whore
And I myself am a sky of unfathomed northern force
My truth impacts this world like a shower of fallen stars
Blazing with the fury of the death squads

Lightning strikes my flesh
In a luminecent orb of sombrous godlessness
A dirty sky is drifting far above, the stygian tombs of untimely rest

Storm clouds now gathering strong
Fathering acherontic streams of pale moonlight
To the ancestral pains of a kingdom
Adorned with blood and guts of slain mortal scum