Under Banners of Baalzathorn We Ride Towards the Dawn Hold your Steel Close to Hand and Say Farewell to your Motherland Into the Horizonlines Spears so
Bloodstained Lips Drawn Back From teeth To Reveal a Wide Humourless Grin Lifeless Eyes in a Cold Black Stare Three Years in The Grave - Undead Presence
Somewhere Beyond the Frozen Moors in the Highest North Where only the Falling Snow from the Sky managed to Enter A Kingdom Forever Deserted since it's
The Statues Echoes through the Halls of Baalzathorn long Forlorn Unholy Trolls with Magic Scrolls in Spheres of Infernal Fire Glittering Waters of Demonic
"...In a December Night Cold and Calm At the Cliff of a Mountain Clad in Snow I Gazed into the Skies then Closed by Eyes For I Beheld the Ravendusk in
In Hundred Days they Sailed Towards Grandious Battles far Away With Swords of Coldest Black Steel Bitter at Heart and with Eager to Kill Awaiting Blackheim
Thunder and Fire Raping the Sky Lustfilled Desire The Weak Ones must Die Warriors of Death shall Rise Tonight Coming to Kill the Morninglight Nowhere
In Dreams and Visions I Saw the Beast Rise again In Chasms and Voids of Doom the Circle of Pandemonium I Stole the Sacred Nimbus of the Kingly Dead Glittering
In Dewy Fields of an Autumnal yet Springful Age A Forest was Seen yet Impossible to Gaze Through Within only a few Trees all Sound Devoured Even the Open
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Once upon a Time in a Medieval Legendary World In late December Cold of the Thousand Winter Season Blackheim took Farewell of his Crypts in the Forestrealms
Soaked in Darkest Lights Deep in his Soul - His Shallow Grave In the Deepest of His Inner A World of Immortal Arts As the Cold Midnight Winds captured
A Lonesome Wind Entered the Pits of my Dreams Swept my Thirst into Shades of Gleams It Spread a Rain of Ethereal Tunes Coloured my Pictures so Freezing
Death Takes 'em all... I am the Hater! The Sin of God, the Whore of Life I am the Will who Kill for the Bloody Sake of Death I am the Hater! The Fear
of the Broody Gargoyle Broody - Come Forward from the Salt in your Wall Broody - A Weak Human Soul is your Call Nightshade Serenade Diabolical Masquerade
[First verses are real chantings - not to be published] Shadows - Trapped in a Coffin of Death Demons - Flying with Wings of the Night Ravens - Lifting
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