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Can you feel the grimness,

The coldness in this grounds?

Eliminate the deeper meaning

Of that mourning soil?

Truly an atmosphere of Death!

We are cursed to ride

On horses as black as our destiny...

To reap their souls

As they fall from heaven's grace

Dressed in black and white frost

Armed with black steel

Wearing his black banner

We are united as one

Stormtroopers of

Misanthropy's dimension

Guard the circles of essence

A vision beyond flames

Beyond ice beyond time itself

We are out there

Lust to kill