For everything around me i experience is cold and dead The blood of others is of a colder substance and taste Therefore i must spill and serve The blood that in me runs vibrant In the frost of the dying min D.S. of western society i recreate It will be the resurrection Of the brotherhood of holy death In the year of the Holy Roman Empire Of night times to come and last The day of which i shall Lay my sword upon your throats Upon the mighty warriors Of the land of northern regions Upon the shores of our desolate coast within the waves I can see the wreckage floating ashore of the dying culture And so i greet those who still have eyes to observe and see And who still have courage to break through into the dying light Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
