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Freezing rain pours down from the clouds

Roar of a distant thunder awakes my thoughts

As we ride towards the end of our fate

our horse are carrying us throught the winterland

Dark medieval war!

Infernal wasteland

The mild breeze are getting stronger

my hands grabs the frosty sword

Through the vast winter landscape as

we enter the kingdom of the unknown

With hate, death and pain

Deceitful eyes

War of chaos and thundering rage

our hands are open to welcome their death

As our sharpened weapons collide

into the battle we ride!

After the anger the silence began

and now the cold night approaches from

the top of the winter mountain to ride

with glory and armageddish anger with hate