Songtext von Bringer Of Blasphemy

I grip my battlesword, fighting with the wind, cut my enemies heads off. Floating all around, riding my white horse, battleing the blackest ones of all! Bringer of Light! Bringer of Death! Come and slit my wrists! Bringer! Bringer of light, come to me now, looking over the likes of snow. Massive figure floating above, moon, fog and fire. Battle!