Awaiting the Black Winter Gods

“The Return” (Dec. 2009) Dark is the season Life slowly fades away In the embrace of winter Eternal cold has returned “Fury From the North” (Jan. 2004) The cold moon is rising In the cloudless black sky Arctic winds are blowing Hordes gathered this night Chariots of thunder Roaring through twilight Riding dark winds of hate Come with lightning and rain On this blasphemous night Under a cold pagan moon Prophets of the cross Shall swing from the trees Steel destroys flesh Swords and hammers held high Their blood shall freeze Upon the soil of the mighty northland Ravens fly, screaming Throughout the frozen north Signaling our triumph Til Ragnarok “Awaiting the Black Winter Gods” (Apr. 2003) The winter wind howls Through the branches of dead trees In death’s cold crypts Nocturnal evil sleeps Buried deep within frost-covered mountains In a land of ice and snow He rises from the northern abyss Summoned by the full moon Compelled by the scent Of decaying Autumn leaves He stalks throughout the forest Obscured by grey mist He leads forth the shadow horde They are sworn to end Christ’s reign Churches burn beneath the North star As they await… The return of the black winter gods “Under the Cold Moon” (Feb. 2007) Howling at the night sky Wolves move over cold graves Falling to my last death This funeral long awaited Black magic, I must die On winds of death take me Through the dark forests Under the cold moon The curse of life is ending The old cemetery takes hold Torture of a cold soul Satan I have returned “The Frigid Darklands” (Dec. 2009) As wolves among sheep We wander silent Awaiting our time to rise Hordes of the frigid darklands With swords of ice And hatred so bitter cold The bodies of our enemies Bleed into permafrost With us comes winter eternal Freezing away impurities They are soon forgotten Under layers of snow From the coldest past The land of ice and moonshadows We reclaim this world In the name of the northern gods Frozen winds sweep over the land Eternal desolation This mighty winter precedes The age of rebirth “Beyond the Desolation” (Mar. 2004) Sleepy death now invites me To the cold shores of Acheron I shall soon take my leave And enter her most blissful rest My path leads under the dark earth Where tears no more exist Where sorrow loosens its grip In silent lamentation Perhaps to meet again In a foggy landscape Shadowed by towering mountains In death’s cold domain