Born In The Freezing Dark کے بول

Winter has grasped my throat With cold northern hands It pressed and howls The world is filled with plague The Reaper covers with shroud of bones all over head Feeling the chill of Death, Grasping the mysteries of the Kult Buried in labyrinths of the North Getting cold,stars faded Giving chaos to wrath They died and resurrected Becoming lifeless, They foretold the ruin of the world The Universe is veiled In agony, meeting Demon (rising from the) /out of ashes Shadows are howling as wolf of death Horror hovers in the air Filling all voids Of prejudice and sense Dust covers the continents Breath freeses in lungs The frozen world is buried under icy ashes The dying sun casts the last glance At the ruined planets