IMMORTAL * 1992 DIABOLICAL FULLMOON MYSTICISM THE CALL OF THE WINTERMOON Buried beneath the mountains of frost Years of silent sorrow dream and dark My winterwings of evil sleeps in eternal nights In deaths cold crypts of snow The moon chimed my return With the blackstorms I came And not with the winds The Northern darkness marches through the coldest night I can't resist the taste of these winds And bath my eyes in its grace Frost and winter return to my eyes The call of the wintermoon Nocturnal clouds blows freely in the distance In the grey mist of deaths horizon My winterwings of evil sleeps In deaths cold crypts of snow Buried beneath the mountains of frost Years of silent sorrow grim and dark Into eternal nights Hearing the call of the wintermoon. UNHOLY FORCES OF EVIL Slowly crossing as red rivers runs below Forever passing where the darkness lies unknown Where soulwinds burns my eyes Where shadows of lost life hides Enter the centres of darkness Where all evil dwells Demons present in flames Oath of black souls found Sacrifices as old as the earth We cut the living flesh Circles of the deepest black throned A promise of the darkest blood found Unholy forces of evil Unholy forces of hell An mayhemic silence floats We await our signs of death our circles gathered Ceremonial powers belongs to us A goat baptised in fire We dance the circle dance the thorns Awaiting the sign of the horns A thousand black clouds storms Blasphemous Northern rites Mysticism touched Pentagrams burning Into the centres of the darkness Where all evil dwells Demons present in flames Oath of black souls found The unholy forces of evil Server upon our diabolical souls Cults of death bathed in slaught As the devils candles burns Into the dark skies Floating with the soulwinds of the pentagram To the deathlights where the North star awaits. CRYPTIC WINTERSTORMS A black sunset rises under the funeral sky The freezing waters below as mirrors made of funeral mist The blasting sky above and the fullmoon is on the rise. My hear blows in the winds of reap Still I float with the cold diabolical massacrewinds On the bestial wings of evil Above the mountainside and into cryptic winterstorms I long for eternal frost and black winters Asleep in the cold lakes awake in the stars in the sky And silent the walleyes in the North Where I once were a proud warrior Where I belong where I bath my soul in doom fire fog Where I ride deaths cold winds in the battles in the North As a Norse warrior I rode the dark walleyes With longsword in hand sworned to throne dark lands And to return to my master in the blue mist of the dying sunset A black sunset dies under the funeral sky My hair blows into winds of reap Still I float with the cold diabolical massacrewinds On. the overshadowed bestial wings of evil Above the mountainside and into cryptic winterstorms forever. COLD WINDS OF FUNERAL DUST Under a bloodred moon in the cold waters of Thule Where wintershadows lies untouched Where I dwell at the mountains of madness In these shadows of death I march In the blue mist of evil Through the dark Northern walleyes Where only winds of funeral breathes Houvering through the whispering darkness With frost in my eyes Only seven winds are heard Chaiming through the dark Northern walleyes Eternity I pass eternity I seeked For the darkness my spirit For Satan my black soul Under a bloodred moon in the cold waters of another world Where wintershadows lies untouched Where I dwell at the mountains of madness Entering with the cold winds of funeral dust. BLACKER THAN DARKNESS Out in the black night In the cold Northern breeze Under the red skies Surrounded by blasphemous winds Midnight passing and the moon is fulfilled Slowly blackening the sky I summon up where the ravens fly high Towards the moons of Blashyrkh Death rides on black wings Evil enter the sly Angels falls from the heavens While tile darkness shines through Chariots of the darkest masters arrives on devil wings Heavens angels surrounded by frost Forces into the holocaust frozen clouds A twisted wind rapes the clouds Memories of cold days and lightning returns A foggy fullmoon night Into darkness ride Under the horned goatmoon As dark as black rivers at wintertime Horned Decernbermoon come to me I ride the wings of Torment Blacker than darkness A PERFECT VISION OF THE RISING NORTHLAND Winter of the ages so dark so cold that flames turn to the bluest frost Mountains of ice rises above an dead an frozen ground The ravens returns to the hills And the Millennium black bells of eternal frost Chaime through the Northern lightning Upon the mountainside I stand The floods of black runs below Hair of a cold goatscalp I kiss Eyestaken mountains still breathes At one with the poisoned ground Midnight darksky open up A blast of red lightning rides the night With dooms winds deaths angels fly Across an nearly closed skyline And the sun freezes at one with the infernal holocaust frozen clouds Centuries of doom reigned by the Goathrone of desire Raised by sorcery to the Holocaust sky North black hordes storms Through invisible cyclones of frostwinds I lift my hands And join the ceremonial circle of the wind Eyes of stone now sleeps into eternal night This winter is forever A wind of red I rode A wind of evil cold For the years that have passed in the North Brought me visions of the Goathrone of desire On the hillside where I stood I left for another world Tragedies blows at horizon The sun freezes to dust A perfect vision of the rising Northland