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Listen to your hearts, in the emptiness of blood

feel the venom running through your veins, where darkness grows

Listen to the mighty voice, breaking the coldest tomb

it's time to rise and take the crown, the sorceress calls.

To war - Great hate revives our corpses

With pride - We proclaim the dusk of the enemy

The icy dungeons crumble, the winter Lords return

through the coldest mountains, her magic is their guide

with the ancient sign in their armors, the warriors come to fight

a march towards the battlefield, the usurper race shall die

Listen to your hearts, in the emptiness of blood

feel the venom running through your veins, where darkness grows

Listen to the mighty voice, breaking the coldest tomb

it's time to rise and take the crown, the sorceress calls.

The everlasting blast of the black winds

doesn't freeze our anger

The archaic flame of betrayal

doesn't burn within our souls

"Long time ago, our swords fell below

a frozen shroud. But the spirit has awaken

Our blades will reign again"

Battle after battle the iceswords reach the glory

blizzard after blizzard the wintry lands blow cries and blood

thousand mounds of dead grey creatures lie forgotten under the snow

and to the wind a great song tells "The Usurper's fall"

The end of the rage stands so far away

our great battlehorns will roar like a thunderstorm.