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From your blood

Raise the power of the mad

Please your God

To be blessed and save your head

There's no help

From the grave you feel cold breath

Living black

You are dying on iced path

CHORUS:

Cold and full of stinking corpses black river's waves

Which carry us to deadly eternal flames

Iced-boarded boat floats from the past, from our life

Following sins and running souls, march of died

Black rides raise their sword and open big gate

Here you may lose your feelings, here's reign of hate

Forget the pain you felt when you had to fall

Now sleep in hellish peace, cause you're safe - that's all...