Can you feel the grimness,
The coldness in this grounds?
Eliminate the deeper meaning
Of that mourning soil?
Truly an atmosphere of Death!
We are cursed to ride
On horses as black as our destiny...
To reap their souls
As they fall from heaven's grace
Dressed in black and white frost
Armed with black steel
Wearing his black banner
We are united as one
Stormtroopers of
Misanthropy's dimension
Guard the circles of essence
A vision beyond flames
Beyond ice beyond time itself
We are out there
Lust to kill |
