Pantokrator - From The North Clothed In Gold lyrics

The noise of his voice! My heart trembleth It is moved from its place The lightning is his servant Sent to the ends of the earth After it the thunder Merely a whisper from him The beasts remains in the dens of the earth By the breath of God frost is given Touching the almighty We can not find him out Out of the south with the whirlwind Out of the north - with the cold Out of the north - clothed in gold We can not find him out In radiance of gold doeth God appear With God is terrible majesty Men do therefore fear him Will he esteem thy riches? No, not thy gold Thy power is nothing to him Anger him not All the treasures of Havilah could not deliver you You can not pay the price for your soul! Out of the north - with the cold Out of the north - clothed in gold