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Night falls over the trees

And under the clouds as the wind roars

The Cold again is the king of the land

While feable fires start to spread

As the snow start falling

Wolves howl at the midnight moon

Here there is the land of the dead

Where the sickle has passed for so long

Moon rise from the hills, red as the ground

Death smiles upon this land, forgotten by men and by god

''Honor to the fallen ones

May The moonlight caress your rotten body''

Nights and days down to the ground

Above just fire and blood

Bodies and worms, blood and dew

Ghosts among men, demons among people

From below we crawl, from the hell you have created

Wet as the ground, thirsty as snakes

Crawling from ground, sharpening the claws

The gas in the wind as the grief in our souls

There is no peace for the undead ones