Tekst:
Vergelmer Light The Black Flame

wrath, never can you defeat me For the sword is not forged that can be measured against my word Of infinite power, that which lights the black flame

was open My eyes were clouded like a fool's The grief often pierced my mind And i wept Autumn passed and the old trees Lost their leaves to nakedness Stark, black

free It's freezing my soul Now it will only freeze the ground It incarnates the snow of eternal winter As I'm purified from mortification I see the true light

Creatures of darkness, of hatred Creatures of wastes and of pain I summon thee I conjure thee I call thee forth from thy abode From thy resting place

glancing over snow-dressed plains, with memories so old memories of evil deeds and dark winters so cold Hailing blackened warriors that never feared