"It is the dawn of a new morning at the Mountains of Silver
and I would rather live in the ice than in the middle of the
modern virtue and other southern winds"
Fridrich Nietzche

When the cold winds blows the fog away
releasing dark shining shapes of a mystic forest
I embrace the nightfall
Old voices from ancient Witches
announce the gathering of thee
the ones of a thousand young
Here in the North
where we come forth to assemble
Where I knee unto thee
Four times one and one are all
The four crowned Princes of Hell
The ones with the Sygil of Evil
Witness the Goat on Fire
Who feed my desire
The Goat on Fire
A goat with the Northern Ice
A goat with the Southern Fire
Rex Tenebrarum!
The crow over my soul
Tremendae Majestatis
The raven inside my Heart
Four times one and one are all
The four crowned princes of Hell
The ones with the Sygil of Evil
Goat on Fire Come feed my desire