"I have awoken from the past Glenfully with the shadows over England's bitter skies I prize mine wounds in a soil sweated drink Remember me as king when I cradle hell to stars Like lovers in my arms, nestled vipers to my breast Venom forces workthius arts of devil's and priestess Thus I shall rule anew through the sinews of a song Played upon a storm By the ghosts of Avalon And all in league will bow to me, from death they shall ascend To whisper weals of war to stir the dark o nce in men The principle black metal masterplan."