I See the Salvation in the Scandinavian Landscapes It comes time from time a meeting in North Glooms in an accompaniment of storm on a sky of holocaust, in the middle of winter and seasons of a frost. The obsession with yearn to get rid of a strangle faith, the cold winds blow in the red clouds, the black demons will be the witnesses their decay. The rough sea an ice wind, are singing their dark song. On the bank fire are shining. Sons of Northern darkness went out of fullmoon from deep woods and abyssis, go to meet pagans rituals. Ave Scandinavian.