'It is the dawn of a new morning at the Mountains of Silver
 and I would rather live in the ice than in the middle of
 the modern virtue and other southern winds'
 (Friedrich Nietzsche) 

 When the cold winds blows the fog away
 releasing dark shining shapes of a mystic forest.
 I embrace the Nightfall
 Old voices from ancient Witches announce
 the gathering of thee
 ...The ones of a thousand young.
 Here in the North... where [bad word] forth to assemble.
 Where I Knee unto thee...
 Four times one and one are all.
 The four crowned Princes of [bad word] 
 The ones with the Sygil of Evil...
 Witness... the Goat on Fire. Who feed my desire.
 The Goat on Fire.
 goat with the Northern Ice.
 goat with the Southern Fire.
 Rex [bad word] #33; The crow over my soul.
 Tremendae Majestatis. The raven inside my Heart...
 Four times one and one are all.
 The four crowned princes of [bad word] 
 The ones with the Sygil of Evil...
 Goat on [bad word] feed my desire.