In the loneliness of winter
 When I seek penance for my sins
 I call upon my fate for mercy
 Oh let the king of diamonds win

 When the lords of light are with me
 I climb the stairs up to Ungol
 When the angel witch she soothes me
 I'm her witchfinder general
 Yeah

 Doom is the soul of metal
 Primordial and pure
 Doom is the [bad word] essence of living
 Immortal
 My cure

 When my heart is filled with sorrow
 And I wonder who I am
 I put on some ancient Trouble
 Some old Vitus
 Pentagram

 When my soul walks in the darkness
 Or life's hopelessness again
 Then I find solace
 I [bad word] 
 And I learn and understand
 Yeah

 At the blessed pagan altar
 He kneels the reverend bizarre
 And he calls me and I follow
 Into the doomed world of my heart

 There is beauty in the mourning
 So much [bad word] and tenderness
 Let me celebrate the sabbath so black
 The rites of candlemass

 There is wisdom in the slowness
 In the rhythm is the magic
 In the air
 And I know I've found salvation
 In the music of despair