Ancient cromlech carved of ice, Etched against a glimmering sky, Beneath the pale moonlight, the witch enthralling, (like the sublime) scent of black
stellar power, their mindsearing meaning at last becomes known to me...) their cosmic secrets unfold... The ice-throne is encased by a shimmering wall of writhing cerulean flame, A lambent flame
flames reflects in my eyes the wildness and hate are born I draw the magic signs in the air the pride, act of holy bastards burnt here's no more place
, Paintig pearls and gold Mystic flames burn bright Around the oaken lord... Forgotten sorcery storms from the skies, From the golden hall of the ancient
town Everything sinks into dead tears And craves for charlatantry Mephisto you are born inside me again But will you speak my names in the ancient tongues? Among thousands flames
flaming shores are yet unseen In spite of dawn, the horizon sleeps The sea gleams with lethal cold Witness yourself here, alone yet bold The night is born
beat right there I?m about to black out with 100 bars On some professional shit So don?t try this at home, yo, yo, yo, yo My style of rhymin' is ancient
ancient ones Spirits of our loved ones Embrace our golden darkside Summon the golden twilight Gather the dark legions Once we were born immortal In the
Ancient ritual in the forest The witches meets for a new sabbath Dancing around the black flames Immersed in the blood of immolated virgins! A malefic
wrestled the tides from lonely Diana For thee Endymion, I forsake the cerements of this star-flung tomb Be with us come, unveil the ancient flame Throw
Its no caressed by misadventure Templars from the crusades Have birthed a church, more masquerade In which they worship mass dementia They came from dust and flame
light Born in the abyss of ancient time Beyond the mountains of knowledge by magic You find me and summoned my name Of eternal fire, I am the flame
was born in a monastery bed The miracle happening here on this Earth Was perceived as a glorious new Virgin Birth From the moment in time that baby was born
For no apparent reason had the women been drawn in Where rows of dusty books lay in an ominous display But one ancient leather binding had the grain
1996 Born in flames in the time before time In the sparkling embrace of Muspellheim Born to be your souls darkened depths Before Audhumla, our ancient
ancient breed I do not pity life I follow not pathetic order I am the realm of absurdity Resistant to their conscience Free of their constant pain I was born
Merging with the shadows Flickering between the lines Stolen moments floating softly on the air Borne on wings of fire and climbing higher Ancient bonds