I am the shadow of your pain in existencenYou please my nocturnal hungernMy hunger for the black moons arise from the white skynUnlighted by the frozen fires of winternMy nordic witch in freezing appearancenShe, who's lust is obediant to menOur seat of blackness lit through glorious ridesnOver the hills where the norse spirit liesnCould she ever bring me what I need?nOh, what candle wouldn't I burn?nWill the earthly eclipse ever be?nHow many times wouldn't I die?nI who can see through my right eye with my leftnI will regain my sorrow throughout the centuriesnThe children of Christ - Oh, what humble creaturesnNot even worthy to serve my enemiesnWhat pleasure would I takenIn crushing the voice of GodnTHe horizons of death please my black eyesnEver will thou be therenYou whom spirit is in my soul,nAnd you who bring forth all miserynOh you, my black witchnYou please my hunger for the nightnI am the shadow of your pain in existencenYou please my nocturnal hungernMy hunger for the black moons arise from the white skynUnlighted by the frozen fires of winter