For everything around me i experience is cold and dead
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The blood of others is of a colder substance and taste
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Therefore i must spill and serve
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The blood that in me runs vibrant
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In the frost of the dying min
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D.S. of western society i recreate
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It will be the resurrection
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Of the brotherhood of holy death
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In the year of the Holy Roman Empire
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Of night times to come and last
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The day of which i shall
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Lay my sword upon your throats
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Upon the mighty warriors
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Of the land of northern regions
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Upon the shores of our desolate coast within the waves
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I can see the wreckage floating ashore of the dying culture
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And so i greet those who still have eyes to observe and see
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And who still have courage to break through into the dying light
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View From Nihil (Live)
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| Mayhem |
