Witchking Lyrics - Einherjer

[Lyrics by Rune Bjelland] 

[Music by Gerhard Storesund] 

On the northern winds I ride 

Under a dead and pale sky 

With a black cloak of ravenwings 

That carry me over the gloomy hemisphere 

In the darkness of destruction 

Lays an old and cold creature 

Maimed by the power of the witchking 

Bearer of the floods of heathen sorcery 

An aerial servant meets me there 

Beyond the dimension of fear 

And guide me to this darkened place 

Of heathen sorcery 

The witchking is drawing nearer 

Slowly returning from his tomb of hellburning horror 

Demons of demensions turn their their heads 

To the mist avoiding his eyes of delusion 

A blast of a fireball burns my suffering soul of madness to dust 

I can no longer see but I hear the snearing laughter as I slowly cease 

Possessed by the power of darkness 

Brought to him by the ancient crafts of pagan fears