Dark winter again and freezing grimly,
To my endless forest realm.
Hidden by the misty fog
A desire to prevail this land again.
Death in your eyes is the beast I am.
I am standing on the mighty hills with my sword
As the darkened centuries before the light.
To refresh the blood river on my sword blade.
I call the spirits of thousand cemeteries,
To gather again then spill blood in battlefields.
I call the hell's infernal seven winds,
To blow again, then bring enemy to the deepest abyss.
I sit on my black throne and look to the black clouds
As the times after the war and drink the cursed blood
Of enemies from the skull-shaped chalice.
Only light is candles', thousand candles'
Black candles and their dim light,
Dancing on grey cold stones of infernal halls.
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Dark winter again and freezing grimly,
To my endless forest realm.
Hidden by the misty fog
A desire to prevail this land again.
Death in your eyes is the beast I am.
I am standing on the mighty hills with my sword
As the darkened centuries before the light.
To refresh the blood river on my sword blade.
I call the spirits of thousand cemeteries,
To gather again then spill blood in battlefields.
I call the hell's infernal seven winds,
To blow again, then bring enemy to the deepest abyss.
I sit on my black throne and look to the black clouds
As the times after the war and drink the cursed blood
Of enemies from the skull-shaped chalice.
Only light is candles', thousand candles'
Black candles and their dim light,
Dancing on grey cold stones of infernal halls.
To my endless forest realm.
Hidden by the misty fog
A desire to prevail this land again.
Death in your eyes is the beast I am.
I am standing on the mighty hills with my sword
As the darkened centuries before the light.
To refresh the blood river on my sword blade.
I call the spirits of thousand cemeteries,
To gather again then spill blood in battlefields.
I call the hell's infernal seven winds,
To blow again, then bring enemy to the deepest abyss.
I sit on my black throne and look to the black clouds
As the times after the war and drink the cursed blood
Of enemies from the skull-shaped chalice.
Only light is candles', thousand candles'
Black candles and their dim light,
Dancing on grey cold stones of infernal halls.