Luror - Through an Atmosphere of Death (Part II: Der Zweite Anfall)


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

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