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