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Memories from a dark cold age

where life was bound to suffer

blessed with power and blessed with sin

hunting down the ones that infest the wind

arise from hell and join the crusade

come forth and rise the banner of hate

remnants from a distant past is all that remains

the glory is lost but the seed still grows

when the sun fades below the trees

we come on command

as the moon rises upon the hills

follow us far into the past

in a time when the dark is killed the light

and the sword ruled all

when man was filled with hate

warriors of the night

when the sun fades below the trees

we come on command

as the moon rises upon the hills

follow us far into the past

when the sun fades below the trees

we come on command

when the sun fades below the trees

we come on command