Battlefields glow Cemetery fog grows In the gathering gloom Frozen bodies Liquifying Voices of Phlegethos Calling my name Golden rivers And twisted forests Slain forces And slaughtered chosen
And here we gather In desecration A new aeon of warlust and bloud To quench our thirst I slay laegion in waxe And call name of wynds And they crawl forth From below
Eternitites darken Battlefields glow Cemetery fog grows On a looming horizon
And here we gather In desecration A new aeon of bloud and souls To quench our thirst Signing of seven consecrated branches of fir Upon the soil
