So many centuries I seek So many traps I have left in my Way No man has gone so far in north To find the realm of Urskumug Show me the way To heathens cave Unholy blood of elder demons Is running with my sin of lust Obsessed desire my evilness sword And storm of death my love to fire Want to taste the blood So bitter as the ground by gates of death Sacrify my heart And feed it to the winter wolf He is near He is hear