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Hear the mighty silence call like a thunder in the autumn sky

Raising from its tomb a spirit that once was cursed

And thrown in the cage of cries and eternal misery

Hearing truth untold and screams that were ignored

So many years have passed only knowledge was absorbed

And wiser it became and colder was its blood

From the darkness of revenge no exit can be found

Your life’s in the spirits claws and strangled you will be!

The errant voice of the cursed soul

It haunts you forever in the dark

Our final blasphemy is cold

A call of the past centuries

The battle horns scream and call

Numerous men run towards they doom

From the hand of time they’ll fall

Thus revenge was served with wrath

Only forests know the tale of a battle severe and cold

Where the blackest lord revealed his true vampiric thirst

The snow was gleaming red in the sunlight of the dawn

Only swords are standing still like crosses of a grave

In the blood was left one darkest mark

Resembling the abyss of torture

Screaming echoes through time and space

A call of the past centuries