The Pagan Winter - Darkthrone

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…

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

The million hands of joy

Have something holy to burn

From the top of the world one could see

The white light servants flee

Engulfed in an infernal cyclone

Created by our blasphemy

Religious bodies crossed the sky

The vision was our wine

Roar of fire, feeble fools

Into the furnace fire

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