Oh, night descends Cold, cold as ice Behold the tyrant moon Oh, we hear the call Of boreal might and blood Oh, we march to battlefields Ancient and forgotten Winds blow frigid With the ice-blades of our hatred Thousands have fallen before us Rivers of blood in our wake Spears of irreverence Pierce the hearts of the righteous We will rule these lands With a frost-rimed gauntlet of hate The hoary moon will rise We’ll slay all we despise Purveyors of bloodshed Legions of ice Pallid light Grants unholy strength Pale reflection Silver runes of victory Oh, night descends Cold, cold as ice Behold the tyrant moon Upon its vespertine throneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
