Unholy Paragon (Tsjuder)

Embraced by the Cold Northern Light Under the Throne of the Megalith A Chilling Voice penetrates my Mind I drank the Seas of Knowledge Under the flaming Sun I saw them The Twelve holy Disciples To Regin the Creation of a God And Bend Their Knees for Millenniums to Come The Word Spreads... And the New Seeds are born Pagan Souls Raise your Torches high The Holy Shall Burns Their Bones Shall Build Palaces The Paragon of Sin And Delight of the Coven We Shall Arise... Under the Throne of the Northern Darkness With my Art and Knowledge I am Gods Triumphator I am the Antichrist