The Pagan Winter

Horned master of endless time Summon thy unholy disciples Trained for centuries to come Gather on the highest mountain United by hatred; The final superjoint ritual... This, the pagan winter Kept for the obscure ones Candles hold the only light Sextons hide in fear For this eternal winter A new god ruled the sky The million hands of joy Have something holy to burn From the top of the world one could see The white light servants flee Engulfed in an infernal cyclone Created by our blasphemy Religious bodies crossed the sky the vision was our wine Roar of fire, feeble fools Into the furnace fire