Darkthrone - The Pagan Winter lyrics

Horned master of endless time
Summon thy unholy disciples
Trained for centuries to come
Gather on the highest mountain
United by hatred the final superjoint ritual

The wind of a six hundred
Sixty-six has been achieved

This, the pagan winter
Kept for the obscure ones
Candles hold the only light
Sextons hide in fear

For this eternal winter
A new God ruled the sky million hands of joy
Have something holy to burn

From the top of the world one could see
White light servants flee
Engulfed in an infernal cyclone
Created by our blasphemy

Religious bodies crossed the sky
The vision was our wine eternal winter

Roar of fire, feeble fools into furnace fire

For this eternal winter
A new God ruled the sky
Millions hands of joy
Have something holy to burn

Face of the goat in the mirror
We've become a race of the cursed seeds
I entered the soul of the snake
We are a blaze in the northern sky