Cold Northern Order

We passed by violently scorched ruins,

Crosses tearing away,

Burning in lashes of flame

Turing averything to dust

The wash sounded as me marched

Like the verdict to the doomed,

We left graves inverted,

Sepulchres of the northern woods

(It's still waiting in my ears,

This blood stains my hands,

Icy wind ruffles the flare,

Slaying sparckles of light,

Turning ice and flame

Into cold stone monolith)

All to ashes,to pit,to the fire

This land's been and remains mine

Thrown to the edge of the world,

Severe northern order

Here war never ends

Here dark breaks the backbone of light

Cold northern order

and we pass,crushing and breaking