A Perfect Vision Of The Rising Northland — Immortal

Winter of the ages so dark so cold that flames turn to the bluest frost Mountains of ice rises above a dead and frozen ground The ravens returns to the hills And the Millenium black bells of eternal frost Chaim through the Northern lightning

Upon the mountainside I stand The floods of black runs below Hair of a cold goatscalp I kiss Eyestaken mountains still breathes At one with the poisoned ground

Midnight darksky open up A blast of red lightning rides the night With doom winds death angels fly Across a nearly closed skyline And the sun freezes at one with the infernal holocaust frozen clouds

Centuries of doom reigned by the Goatthrone of desire Raised by sorcery to the Holocaust sky

North black hordes storms Through invincible cyclones of frostwinds I lift my hands And join the ceremonial circle of one wind Eyes of stone now sleeps into eternal night This winter is forever A wind of red I rode A wind of evil cold

For the years that have passed in the North Brought me visions of the Goatthrone of desire