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As our cold steel runs through the sacred flesh

As the sun vanished from the blanching sky

As life transforms into fume of the blaze

My last resting-place in which I lie

As mountains collapsed from my last warlike cry

As Satan took away my malice and wrath

As the last grain of sand marked my decline

I fall breathless in the deep white snow

I am the tyrant that haunts you in the forest at night

Fear my blazing eyes lurking in the dark

Your sword now is helpless and your arrows are too weak

And now no one hears you…hears you scream

As plains lye in light of the dead winter moon

As the northern wind whispers ancient tales

As the vultures are fed by warm human flesh

My spirit flees towards my brothers in arms