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The dawn has broken crimson
This day of defloration
Ironclad reclamation
Across the frozen dale
Fearlessly cold dominion
Our soldiers take formation
The tundras desolation
Some call it hell but it's our home
We have to fight
There is no turning back
Our legions storm ice
Covered fields
Our blood runs cold
Endure our winter thirtyfold
With vorpal blades imperial
Into the white abyss we go
The advent is here
Dawn of the Antichrist
They tread our world on borrowed time
Pushed back amongst the shadows
Disguised for centuries
The time is now to rise
And crush our Christian enemies now
It's time to strike
There is no second chance
Our brethren swarm with sword and shield
It's time to die
For our Christian enemy
To no law of mercy shall we yield God-fearing
Blood stains red the field
The conquest grows near
Dawn of the end of Christ
Poisoned our young for the last time
Oh, to slay their lord divine
Empire laden on frost
Ivory towers dipped in crystalline gloss
My frozen kingdom, we are cold in the heart of
Glaives of ice we wield white wolves of victory march
Resistance to books of fictions
Insistence upon beheading Jesus
Pestilence for all believers
Defenseless against the great deceiver
The advent is here
Dawn of the Antichrist
They tread our world on borrowed time
Oh, the end of Christian kind
Empire laden in frost
Ivory towers dipped in crystalline gloss
My frozen kingdom we are cold in the heart of
Glaives of ice we wield white wolves of victory march
The dawn has broken crimson
This day of defloration
Ironclad reclamation
Across the frozen dale
Fearlessly cold dominion
Our soldiers take formation
The tundras desolation
Some call it hell but it's our home
Hell
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