| The air was so cold and pure
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| I could almost touch the heart of its sin
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| I turned my face against the sky
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| Nocturnal gates ruled this blackest night
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| I held my sword high…
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| And drank the blood on its cold blade
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| In a cyclone of infernal desire
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| The ancient northern warriors rose again
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| The pagan wind blows
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| Through the mists of eternal hate
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| Black ravens fly
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| Riding the winds of forgotten pride
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| So this night had come at last…
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| Raped is the grace of the queen of love
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| I laugh as the whore cries
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| Her tears of blood drown the frozen ground
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| A northern kingdom rose
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| At the artic waste of eternal night
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| This new aeon was… for the ones
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| Of this northern throne
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| I stood there alone at these mountains
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| Cold winds of hate filled my wings
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| I flew through this winter night
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| (Knowing) These kingdoms shall be forever
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| A hunger for the purest blood
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| (Repeat vers 1)
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| (Nifelheim) |