Under the northstar and fullmoon night
From the frozen kingdom of norway
Snow ridden spruce and abyssic fjords
He wanders throughout the night
Filled with hate for mankind
"no man deserves to tread my sacred ground"
Full of primitiveness and purity
Cold, grey darkness reflects his sound
A poet from the forest, his true companion
Thou shalt suffer who cross his path
"ill break your knee-caps for crossing me"
Alone in the dakrness he shall forever be
Retiring from the days of black which filled his soul
"todays scene is no longer dark enough to carry on"
A man now respected for all he's done
A true misanthropist to roam the earth
