| The dawn has broken crimson
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| This day of defloration
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| Ironclad reclamation
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| Across the frozen dale
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| Fearlessly cold dominion
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| Our soldiers take formation
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| The tundras desolation
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| Some call it hell but its our home
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| We have to fight
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| There is no turning back
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| Our legions storm ice covered fields
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| Our blood runs cold
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| Endure our winter thirty fold
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| With vorpal blades imperial
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| Into the white abyss we go
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| The advent is here
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| Dawn of the antichrist
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| They tread our world on borrowed time
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| Pushed back amongst the shadows
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| Disguised for centuries
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| The time is now to rise
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| And crush our christian enemies
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| Its time to strike
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| There is no second chance
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| Our brethren swarm with sword and shield
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| Its time to die
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| For our christian enemy
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| To now law of mercy shall we
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| Yield god fearing blood stains red the field
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| The conquest grows near
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| Dawn of the end of christ
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| Poisoned our young for the last time
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| Oh to slay their lord divine
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| Empire laden on frost
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| Ivory towers dipped in crystalline gloss
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| My frozen kingdom we are cold in the heart
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| Of glaives of ice
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| We wield white wolves of victory march
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| Resistance to books of fictions
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| Insistence upon beheading Jesus
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| Pestilence for all believers
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| Defenseless against the great deceiver
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| The advent is here, dawn of the Antichrist
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| They tread our world on borrowed time
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| The end of christiankind
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| Empire laden in frost
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| Ivory towers dipped in crystalline gloss
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| My frozen kingdom we are cold
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| In the glaives of live
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| We wield white wolves of victory march
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| The dawn has broken crimson
|
| This day of defloration
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| Ironclad reclamation
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| Across the frozen dale
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| Fearlessly cold dominion
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| Our soldiers take formation
|
| The tundras desolation
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| Some call it hell but its our home hell |