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Through frozen wastes beneath the dying sky,

A horned warrior walks where all hope dies.

Ash fills the wind, the ravens never sleep,

The endless twilight buries secrets deep.

His blackened armor bears forgotten scars,

He follows silent fires beyond the stars.

Searching the flame that once burned in his soul,

A fading light to make the broken whole.

The winter whispers his forgotten name,

Only the cold remembers why he came.

March for the Flames of Death!

Across the endless frost he treads.

Seeking the fire, his vanished light,

Before he's swallowed by eternal night.

March for the Flames of Death!

His spirit bleeds where darkness spread.

One final blaze before the end,

As endless twilight will descend.

His breath becomes the mist of dying dreams,

The frozen rivers silence ancient screams.

No battalion answers to his call,

Only the snow that waits to see him fall.

March for the flames of death

flames of death