слова песни Satyricon - The Forest Is My Throne
Through years of knowledge man made the wings of evil
Through the enormous winter, three years without summer
Prepared for the battles of the north
I sat on my throne and watched between
The skies of a cold northern light
Knowing this was my ground, but those who turned their backs
Against my throne, only got my sword in their back!
I rose from my throne and walked aay with the wind