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Cold

are the spirits of those

who have fallen under religious

lies, the power of vengeance

it calls to smite futile believers

unleash the wrath

for their enchanted lands

armed with thirst for revenge

and blessed with knowledge

Carry the words of wisdom

defy the tales of madness

and shadow the path

of desecration

Come forth children of deities

stand among the glaring eyes

embrace the fire

and spit on the chains

arise from crawling for salvation

the souls are pleading for release

the putrid odor of dead gods

holy temples shattered in ruins

we are the kings of our throne

no lord shall stand in the way