No sleep in this darkness
Frozen solid to bone
Wounded weak, bleeding to die
There is no one left to save our souls
Misery embrace
A touch that chills the soul
Cold hearts beating slower
This might we must ride
Upon the edge of emptiness
Stands a wtiness to deceit
Movement, you move beneath me
Silence! We must be silent
Weeping, the beasts are feasting
They are near
We tread within their wake
Unseen and forlorn
Souls shake, souls shutter
Their bent and broken places scatter
In about the realms of madness
Prophecies of pain
Reaching through the desperation
A sickness comes to kill
No rest for our dead ones
Their corpses lay beneath shrouds of frost
No end awaits, even in death
We march ever onward into the coldfire
Broken lands buried in death
We will not die for your pleasure
Nothing gained in victory
Only misery ahead.
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