Behold the everlasting twilight Taints the freezing horizon As dark as blood in the night A majestic sight of eerie The fathomless fear for mortals The path to our resurrection Lightened only by the grudge of the Fallen Behold our wraiths reformed in ether Becoming one with our Master Bearing the sulphuric fragrance Wander without form, unbounded By flesh and its stench of weakness Children of the glutton blizzard Gusts of wind in the desert of frost Bless the seven virtues of the Foul! Our grim souls will last forever! Upon the grey sky of Zamhareer Our spirits will feast on mortal sins! Behold His palace of filths and thorns Built from abhorrence and despair A godless wonder of misanthropy A shrine of deceit and perversion The sanctuary for the black hearted A divine blessing from the Unholy Ones! Rise! Rise for eternity! The tainted souls of lunacy We shall know neither time nor deities Our Master demands malevolence To haunt the never-ending winter
To be the everlasting nightmares In the frostbitten infinity As the mist of dark cloaks the land A chant is spoken by twisted tongues Sustained by the breath of frozen woods By the ancient horror it will be heed For the call of howling blizzard For the land of eternal twilight Hear the song of unwanted children Drowning the scream of their mother A serenade of mournful perfection Embraced by the six wings of Azazel Slothfully the ice dominates Feeding on the flesh of mortals Their pain will please our dead heart Their cry will rejuvenate our bliss! Frostbitten rivers of icy waste Where prophets lay scattered in its depth Frozen as pebbles in the winter As pale as the colour of moonlight The glorious Zamhareer... Where cold and fear reached their peak... Through its eternity... Where cold and fear reached their peak... Our grim souls will last forever.... Upon the grey sky of Zamhareer Our spirits will feast on mortal sins!