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In Silence I stand on the frozen ground
Holding the Blacksword of Ice
Raising the Wand through the Rage of Wind
My soul travels the worlds
Beyond Reality
I hear the Song of Funeral Storms
I enter the Gates of Shadowlands
Into the Realm of Winterfog
Back to Darkside
Where my soul was born
Thus my Journey begins
I fly on the Winds of Time
The Red Flame shines in my eyes
And melds with the Light of the Stars
With the pale Fire of Pentagram
With the Darkness of Night
With the Blaze in the Northern Sky
With the Coldness of Iced Woods
With the Ghostly Candles of the Dead
With the Beams of Northern Moon
I hail the Northern Pride
The Pride of Ancient Ones
The Pride of those who were
The Wolves, the Children of Night
I summon my Brothers in the Northern Land
We are the Lords of Stone and Wind
We'll reclaim our Thrones of Ice
We shall ride with the Pagan Hordes
Into the glorious Battles
Into the Rage of the War
My Journey ended
At the Throne of Shadowlands
The Shadows heard my Cry
And met me at the Gates
With the darkest Flame inside
I ride back to Kill and Rule
With the Power of my Darkest Pride
With the Might of my Ancient Evil
I became Undead this Night
Baptized in the sea of christian blood
"I cry with funeral choir
The Hymn of Enormous Frost
In the Ancient Northern Land
In my elder Nordic Heart"

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