Текст песни Cold Mist Of Funeral Empire

I hear the first tolls of the Bell

Far away striking lenghty and grave

It's the omen of the blackness that is coming

The gloomy strokes of the sentence

Freeze the heart of the enemies

That ever feared the prelude's Night

The reopening of the Black Age

When happened the devastation

Brought by us, sons of the Throne of Ice

Winter Bestial Horde swarms into rows

Arms raised in a diabolic act of war

Sweeping over this Land

The Cold Mist of Funeral Empire

And the Lord of the Ages called us to War

Brothers, creeping and carrying all to Death

Following the Leader, the Master of no Light
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And the Hammer, the lawful weapon

Of the legitimate sons!

Cold steel forged in fire, blades sharpened by slaves

The blood of the enemies will sprinkle on this Land...

Warriors of the last Millennium

Revival from old ruined crypts

Black marks of eternal memory

Bringing forth from ancient times:

Hate and weapons of Battle

Fortify us in our will to conquer

Eternally eclipsed by the Dark clouds of Disgrace

Opening the Twilight that faints the sun in Hate

Intense evil turns into gray the South Hemisphere

And the top of the Conquest of the Obscure can see

Sweeping over this Land

The Cold Mist of Funeral Empire