| Here they come, the tides of coldness
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| On the waves, rides sons of darkness
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| Now it’s time, to redeem bloody revenge
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| Wings of hate, shall carry out predictions
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| They take away, lands of ancestors
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| They make you pay, belch you to the lost
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| Bow before the Coldbound…
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| Torn of death, wipes away your future
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| Lay down blade, useless resistance
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| Final pray, face the hell of destruction
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| Forget life, approve your devastation
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| Close your eyes, feel us arrive with rage
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| Now we’re here, standing at your gates
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| We take what’s ours, we take it all away
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| We crush your soul and watch how you fall
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| Bow before the Coldbound…
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| Torn of death, wipes away your future
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| Lay down blade, useless resistance
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| Final pray, face the hell of destruction
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| Forget life, approve your devastation |