a blaze in the northern sky

hear a haunting chant, lying in the northern wind, as the sky turns black, clouds of melancholy, rape the beams, of a devoid dying sun, and the distant fog approaches, coven of forgotten delight, hear the pride of a northern storm, triumphant sight on a northern sky, where the days are dark, and night the same, moonlight drank the blood, of a thousand pagan men, it took ten times a hundred years, before the king on the northern throne, was brought tales of the crucified one, coven of renewed delight;, a thousand years have passed since then -, years of lost pride and lust, souls of blasphemy, hear a haunting chant -, we are a blaze in the northern sky, the next thousand years are ours