I am a true son of the darkness And i alone walk this twisted landscape, stalking the pit Enchanted by the bloody terrain of which i travel My pagan roots outstretch the land of this earthly whore And i myself am a sky of unfathomed northern force My truth impacts this world like a shower of fallen stars Blazing with the fury of the death squads Lightning strikes my flesh In a luminecent orb of sombrous godlessness A dirty sky is drifting far above, the stygian tombs of untimely rest Storm clouds now gathering strong Fathering acherontic streams of pale moonlight To the ancestral pains of a kingdom Adorned with blood and guts of slain mortal scum