The Freezing Northland

Under the northstar and fullmoon night From the frozen kingdom of Norway Snow ridden spruce and abyssic fjords He wanders throughout the night Filled with hate for mankind "No man deserves to tread my sacred ground" Full of primitiveness and purity Cold, grey darkness reflects his sound A poet from the forest, his true companion Thou shalt suffer who cross his path "I'll break your knee-caps for crossing me" Alone in the dakrness he shall forever be Retiring from the days of black which filled his soul "Today's scene is no longer dark enough to carry on" A man now respected for all he's done A true misanthropist to roam the earth