A cataclysmic shaking of the very earth,
As Sweden’s undead prodigy returns into the cold
The fabric of the forests shudders and recoils;
The Emperor of Darkness calls another to the fold

Whirlwinds, darkness, chaos as the cyclone hails his coming,
The night sky foretells ruin and the ending
Centuries of sorcery lie heavy on the earth
Hatred of the false god blinds the Norsemen to their purpose

Burzum agh dagalur Ghâsh durb-ishi ulûk
(Roughly: Darkness and demonic fire constrains and dominates them)
Cain’s devoted followers are far from solitude
The bleeding of the dead one spreads like wildfire
Soon word will reach the dark one and draw him to the fray

The Count begins his journey, following the moon
Through mountains and through forests, once Dead’s only refuge

The Devils of the dark north did not stop his path
No ice and frost blockade to waylay him in his task
Whilst wizards conjured dragons and keys to cosmic times,
Grishnackh and his blackened heart infiltrated Mayhem’s mind
Plans so dark and twisted, even beasts of the depths recoil
Euronymous’s twisted heart was enthralled at first sight

Whirlwinds, darkness, chaos as the cyclone hails his coming,
The nightsky lit by ruin and the burning
Centuries of sorcery imbue the land with rage
The Norsemen’s hate of the false god fuels the flames!

Hear the howling of the wolves, the wind carries the tale,
Of wooden temples in their falsehood, exposed and unmade
The fires of the mighty dragon forge an evil crown
The Emperor of Darkness is raised onto his throne

Deep in darkest Helvete, Euronymous arise,
The fires of pagan justice have brought Cain into the light!

With the burning of the shrines, the pieces were in place,
The evil games of demons dark would soon culminate
Death and fire all around, madness deep within
Grishnack’s twisted heart could lay waste unto the mountains