Upholding reality cloaking with darkness
Standing silent in the nightside fog
Observing the eternal eclipse of the sun
That lightens the forest where cold winds blow
Reflecting the nightmares in paling skin
Reminding of hours embracing your soul
We roam in the fields through a cold red mist
Were warm blood flows in the rivers of death
The freezing grimness of sunlight's decay
Lives in the field were we are meant to stay
Feeding the soil with Nordic flesh
Marking this wasteland as Hell’s new ground
Our tombstones are nameless and swords are dull
Covered in rust from the enemies blood
But Satan will come and again we shall rise
And fight for our master and die once more
Slaying the foes with fury and wrath
We burned their shrines to the poison ground
Showing no mercy to all who could breathe
And total darkness followed our path
Imminent chaos will rule this world
The abyss of time shall never heal
Despondency lurks in the masses life
Charon’s boat will never stand still