A Winter Chant - Throne Of Ahaz

Called by a winter chant

Summon the ancient kings

A nameless fetid sin

Lies in the chilly air

I watch the gods of chaos

On their way through northern lands

The wind was freezing cold

And the sky was ruled by flames

A winter storm filled my wings

And I flew aloft to follow them

I rode the wind through the night

And knew that I was the chosen

A winter chant… grips for my soul

The seven kings of the new aeon

Gathered in this pagan land

I followed their speechless calls

I was their disciple and heir

A winter chant… grips for my soul

(«Nifelheim»)