In the shadow-side of life, in a dark and mystic midwinter-night a child was
born in ice and frost-like fire an immortal child, an evil spirit.
Before his birth he walked this earth with hatred and desires - desires to
crush what he hates. In hell he belongs, like the moon in the sky.
To grant himself what the unknown knows he submerged underneath his earthly
life - underneath the surface of this earth, into the realm of a thousand
burning souls and questioned the elder demons for their ancient wisdom.
"Oh, mighty demons... Evil demons... I am worthy... ...speak upon me and
grant me your knowledge so that I can inherit my throne of fire and reign by
His eyes started to burn, his blood boiled as a majestic choir spoke upon
him: "Your wish is granted"
He screamed in tongues unto the mighty demons, in rejoice and pain. With the
blood of his very own soul he was baptised in the name of the northern prince
of hell, and of all the unclean spirits.
Immortal he was and demonized he became the prince of darkness was born. The
agitator for the forthcoming humans on earth. Onward to the battle against
the ones he despises and hates, his journey now has begun. In heaven this
victorious battle will end (evil has won) another kingdom will rise from the
earth- the kingdom of a thousand burning souls, humans shall kneel in front
of me- their master, my word will be their law- enslavement! Now the war has
begun, tears and blood falls to the frozen and holy ground, the sounding from
the swords and screams of angels echoes in the war-filled skies Ah... blood
and screams- cries and agony
Demons, I summon you. hear my hail. Come forth and gather here, we have won
this battle is won I spit on their cross, this is my realm with a thousand