Battle Of Solstice

Oppressor of the human freedom

Crawler of the fear, your time has come

All your believers are professing sadness

Here under your cloak

Bringer of this frozen threshold

Ravens (will) fly over your drained blood

I reek no soul, undead whore

Watch this soil, harvesting sorrow

Breath my curse, empty corpse

As your lunges, get frozen by the storm

War lust burns in my essence, 'till I see you fall

Death will dance with us in battle

Earth will tremble

And the serpents coil into left hollows

Get asunder the pride from core

And bleed only the scorn

Cannibal of your own race

Wither king of many faces

Eater of the human race

I will never give up