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Everyone will fall and any throne will be burnt

Immense snow will cover the ashes again,

There will be more ice than gravestones

Over the snowy desert of uninhabited lands

Our black sail is up and we’ll come

To a new land that will be icebound.

We will burn every throne and demolish the altar

because we are gods under these suns.

Lonely and dead, angry and shackled

We are the new gods and we carry the cold flame

Two stars are napping over us.

Our ship isn’t sleeping over the dark wave.

A bound of festivity is up in the air

Death is dancing, absorbing rootless flesh

Blocks of icy gear and masts

We will come to a new cold land

Wait for us, we are under the black sail

Death will go wild in your ground.

The snowy cross destroys and flees from snowy places ...

And death gazes again from the everlasting stars..