So many centuries I seek
So many traps I have left in my Way
No man has gone so far in north
To find the realm of Urskumug
Show me the way
To heathens cave
Unholy blood of elder demons
Is running with my sin of lust
Obsessed desire my evilness sword
And storm of death my love to fire
Want to taste the blood
So bitter as the ground by gates of death
Sacrify my heart
And feed it to the winter wolf
He is near
He is hear