Satyricon - The Forest Is My Throne Lyrics
Through years of knowledge, man rode the wings of evilThrough the enormous winter, three years without summerPrepared for the battles of the northI sat on my throne and watched betweenThe skies of a cold northern lightKnowing this was my ground, but those who turned their backsAgainst my throne, only got my sword on their back!I rose from my throne, and walked away with the windThrough centuries of weaknessOnly the strong follow me, on my crusade of darknessIn this land where the forest is my throneI have come to re-hunt