War means War,
your weakness makes me sick,
Eternal struggles,
Hate victim,
of the mentally deranged,
Blackness now surrounds the disease.

Lets rip the victory straight from there heart,
Pain, immense suffering, hatred
triumph letting blood rain forth from the
heavens....



Please don't take our ships coming in the north,
we have battled long and hard through the rough tides and diminishing
daylight,
only light is the light from the fires we set late in the night,
our grief caused from the snow,
coldness prevailing over us,
our hatred is no match for our death.

Sword in hand I will take my stand,
neither death, nor coldness,
will stop me from accomplishing my goals.

I will drink the blood of the masses,
to show my extreme hatred,
in this time of complete disassociation,
if only I could find my path from my enemy's frozen remains,
I would be able to,
lead my troops forth from this land of nocturnal decay.

There is no help coming just pain,
we fight for the mother land only to get smacked in the face,
we are the expendable ones,
no love,
no care,
only wounds from our leaders,
that bring forth the message of silence,
may god help them,
for I swear when the glorious day sheds it's grace on me I will end there
suffering.

 
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