Throne Of Ahaz - A Winter Chant

Called by A Winter Chant
Summon The Ancient Kings
A Nameless Fetid Sin
Lies In The Chilly Air

I Watch The Gods of Chaos
On Their Way Through Northern Lands
The Wind Was Freezing Cold
And The Sky Was Ruled By Flames

A Winter Storm Filled My Wings
And I Flew Aloft To Follow Them I Rode The Wind Through The Night
And Knew That I Was The Chosen

A Winter Chant... Grips For My Soul

The Seven Kings of The New Aeon
Gathered In This Pagan Land
I Followed Their Speechless Calls
I Was Their Disciple And Heir

A Winter Chant... Grips For My Soul