Letra de Northern Thrones

The air was so cold and pure I could almost touch the heart of it's sin I turned my face against the sky Nocturnal gales ruled this blackest night I held my sword high... And drank the blood on it's cold blade In a cyclone of infernal desire The ancient northern warriors rose again The pagan wind blows Through the mists of eternal hate Black ravens fly Riding the winds of forgotten pride So this night had come at last... Raped is the grace of the queen of love I laugh as the whore cries Her tears of blood drown the frozen ground A northern kingdom rised At the artic waste of eternal night This new Aeon was... for the ones of this Northern throne