Last Day of Sun

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 (Darkthrone:A Blaze In The Northern Sky)