Cry out from your dungeons were you stand chainedSpread out
Injured, infected lies among theLiving, souls, twisted gaping holesIn my
The frozen wanderThrough the nordic landsOn the frosted fieldsIn the
Countless masses struggle to survive In the ruins forgotten Nameless
Invading the mountainsWith their spiritless fleshControlled by a masterplanOnly
She is fading into the dawnHer misty veil caressing the
Angels of death sent his disease Seas turns to blood
The colours of my last dawn are fadingSoon the night
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