Up here in my tree ...
Newspapers meant enough to me..no...
No more crowbars to my head ...
I'm trading stories with the leaves instead...
Wave to all my friends
Embraced by the cold northern light Under the throne of the megalith A chilling voice penetrates my mind I drank the seas of knowledge
Under the flaming sun I saw them The twelve holy disciples To begin the creation of a god And bend their knees for milleniums to come
The word spreads… And the new seeds are born Pagan souls raise your torches high The holy shall burn Their bones shall build palaces The paragon of sin And delight of the coven We shall arise…
Under the throne of the northern darkness With my art and knowledge I am gods triumphator I am antichrist