Carried by the winds of a cold northern prose Ensorcelling ice-crystal laden hymns So gradual yet swift comes the unspoken prayers Unbound by the words of man Sung by the Fae Whispers of an archaic aura That rustles the pines Leaves dance in breeze Here in these times I'd swear I could feel That presence divine For the Gods are alive again Even now When all spoken glories Of those times ago have but withered away Here and now When all we were made for And swore to protect Is now burned at the stake Harken Echoes of millennia Vibrate these oaken halls Rise again Thrash against the new war More subtle than the sword The silent decay The ages succumbing to the paragons of lunacy I now lay to waste Your backwards poisonous doctrines For you fiends never had use for me Boldness in heart And wisdom in sight Persevere in the darkness Of the clandestine plight Finding my solace In these cold winter nights Here the heathen spirit flourishes Inspiring in strife Spoken from the astral tongues Recited by the ancient ones Condemned by the enemy Though truth forever prevails In the eve of Ragnarok What better a time than now To heed the mysteries bound by frost In the age of iron What better a time than now To heed to the knowledge Of our forbears Winter's essence beholds a magic A flickering flame Unmistakably pure Vayudeva blowing the freezing winds From north to south The grey covers the ether In my dreams I still hear the chanting The sung charms of Wotan Echo through the trees Lone in the forest As a solitary heart I pay my respects And pour fourth the libations Even now When all spoken glories Of those times ago have but withered away Here and now When all we were made for And swore to protect Is now burned at the stake Harken Echoes of millennia Vibrate these oaken halls Rise again Thrash against the new war More subtle than the sword I solemnly gaze From the towering canopy To the skies painted grey I'd always retain My sentiment of beauty In Mother Nature's grace For the shortening days And the lengthening nights With the descent of frostwind Brings serenity to this mind Finding my solace By the dim candlelight Here the heathen spirit flourishes Inspiring in strife Spoken from the astral tongues Recited by the ancient ones Condemned by the enemy Though truth forever prevails In the eve of Ragnarok What better a time than now To heed the mysteries bound by frost In the age of Kali What better a time than now To heed to the testaments Of the sages I contemplate that time of centuries past When the Vedas were chanted Neath the snow bearing sky Hymns of praise raised to the gods "Hail to Indra! The great serpent of the waters is slain!" All throughout the northern hemisphere Anthems sung to the welkin high Grant me this divine vision To see such splendor again I want to remember All I have are vague flashes The vibrance from lives before From this earth And far beyond this plane Seemingly resurge significantly In the tide of Yule My eyes ranging across the starfields In awe of this wondrous scene Gleaming beacons Of where the Great Ones dwell Dressing the night With the high palaces of light I behold this valiant grandeur With honor and reverence benign Channeling within me The frostbound incantation And toast my chalice up to the sky Welcome O spirits of the winter Rejoice

The fires extend Their palms up to the sky Against the grasp of shadows Deep in the palace of frost The cold winds soar up above And graze the earth below The reign of Perihelion I behold The caress of flame To ease the lash of ice Descending breath of winter The barren arctic tide I am imbued by the force That guides this cyclic rebirth The Endless One to whom I soon Shall return If I shall meet my fate When the flames recede Then I accept this destiny For this wicked world Has fallen far too cold Than any age Has ever known But this my prayer: O Spirit of the North Grant me at the least This final humble request May your benign subjects Accompany me For the blunders of man Have but chased away such grace I offer my obeisances O mighty one May all who dare Pervert your kingdom Taste the bite of your icy scythe Lone in winter's maw Whose howling winds Haunt the pine Know this soul At your mercy Is of Ice and Ember Like unto thee Palms toward the solitary heat A mirror of the sun and stars As the blackened astral plains Vast and dark Are illuminated Draped beneath the freezing shroud In silence In glacial repose Hours pass as gleaming warmth Captures this weary gaze I bask in the amber haze And feel the barrier wearing thin Between the worldly planes Thus a sense of reverence As spirits pass through the flames To become something else Within the subtle panes Of materiality And yet the embers dancing bright Are subtle echoes Of those wandering through And deep within This unfettered mind Resounding hope is rekindling As the fires glow with ambition Not unlike this heart Aurora light the way Come bear your splendor I see your shape You are the strokes of light That leap throughout the firmament Luminescent vulpine visage I implore Cosmic tails upon the night Ignite the blaze All across the northern sky As the Wildhunt takes to flight Riding with the ether charge A radiant display Hordes of winter fury storm On winds of a deathless tide The flair of nebula I rise in awe of all I witness Flurry of strength And vengeance divine No force could ever suppress The arcane grace of the past For the enemy has failed Souls so hardened by the cold And several times reborn Burn bright with eternal glow We are the Ember

(In their wings, in their trees All things die, be at peace They went looking for the gods And died in lonely places rattling to somewhere else from somewhere else They feared death So they are the young) I can't Die here This is not My home My tethers Are not drawn From this land Of dying gold The beating heart Parasitcally Drained By the spirits Of longing past They looked for the gods And died in lonely places This house Is haunted I can't Die here I can't Die here

Standing at the paradigm Where the cold front comes to lay I'm draining the blood From my unhallowed veins My heart is still beating My head is so light And yet I press onward I refuse to die I know that there's a reason This has to be a test These frostbitten blisters This mark on my chest I'm food for frozen ficain Unless I drain away These frostbitten bindings The snow turns red Call me a heathen A sinner A demon But know that my hands Are not painted with weakness The massacres of ages Paraded as justice The name of your "savior" Written with the blood of the innocent Recall our history In your favor Heroes you claim to be While you burn our Vedas Turn a blind eye While your biggest proclaimers Ruin the souls of Your broken children Falsify the past And falsify the future Falsify the nature that The world never conjured Burn anyone Who dare question your word Fall in line or suffer You are the herd Fall in line Let me out Holding My head Up high One with the Night I am the Blizzard The lake frozen over Crimson Bloodletting From beyond the paradigm The cold front has come The hand of Narayana Reaches from within the veil Above falsehood Equilibrium The eye has revealed Itself to me Guided by starlight The winds of the north These frostbitten bindings Are broken once more Rise and return From your immortal ashes Awakening of the True deeper spirit Call me a heathen A sinner A demon But know that my path Is not paved in supremacy The massacres of ages The shackles The cages Were put there as a symbol of grotesque sovereignty Recall our history Burned at the stake Rewritten by imbeciles Who follow without name Turn a blind eye While religious eradication Sweeps across the earth in the name of ascendancy