[Intro: Spoken Word]
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 d**h
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
[Verse]
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