Long cold winter nights
We are the throned of eternal sunrise
We live from the dark northern sky
to the great historic ruins
We use our frozen art,
our prayers, reflections
to scream from the mountains
to the sea...
We love frost,
we love cold wind,
we love iced lakes;
we love snow,
we love fog
in long cold winter nights
Insane sexual rites in the vast forest of sacrifice
but in winter cold rain will wash our souls...
...We love cold winter nights
Night is so ritual...in winter...
Corpses smell like a dead rose
in cemeteries
we come at the light of a candle...
we walk the path of our obscene sorrows
we walk through the wormholes of imagination
in the frost of eternal winter...
Take my frozen art,
with my screams...
