'It is the dawn of a new morning at the Mountains of Silver
and I would rather live in the ice than in the middle of
modern virtue and other southern winds'
When the cold winds blows the fog away
releasing dark shining
shapes of a mystic forest.
I embrace the Nightfall
Old voices from ancient Witches announce
the gathering of thee
of a thousand young.
Here in the North... where We come forth to assemble.
Where I Knee unto thee...
Four times one and one are
The four crowned Princes of Hell.
The ones with the Sygil of Evil...
Witness... the Goat on Fire. Who feed my desire.
Goat on Fire.
A goat with the Northern Ice.
A goat with the Southern Fire.
Rex Tenebrarum! The crow over my soul.
Majestatis. The raven inside my Heart...
Four times one and one are all.
The four crowned princes of Hell
The ones with the Sygil
Goat on Fire... Come feed my desire.
[WINTER 1992 e.v.]