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Dark winter again and freezing grimly,

To my endless forest realm.

Hidden by the misty fog

A desire to prevail this land again.

Death in your eyes is the beast I am.

I am standing on the mighty hills with my sword

As the darkened centruies before the light.

To refresh the bloodriver on my swordblade.

I call the spirits of thousand cemetaries,

To gather again then spill blood in battlefields.

I call the hell’s infernal seven winds,

To blow again,then bring enemy to the deepest abyss.

I sit on my black throne and look to the black clouds

As the times after the war and drink the cursed blood

Of enemies from the skull-shaped chalice.

Only light is candles’,thousand candles’

Black candles and their dim light,

Dancing on grey cold stones of infernal halls.