Catamenia - Coldbound

Here they come, the tides of coldness On the waves, rides sons of darkness Now it's time, to redeem bloody revenge Wings of hate, shall carry out predictions They take away, lands of ancestors They make you pay, belch you to the lost Bow before the Coldbound... Torn of death, wipes away your future Lay down blade, useless resistance Final pray, face the hell of destruction Forget life, approve your devastation Close your eyes, feel us arrive with rage Now we're here, standing at your gates We take what's ours, we take it all away We crush your soul and watch how you fall Bow before the Coldbound... Torn of death, wipes away your future Lay down blade, useless resistance Final pray, face the hell of destruction Forget life, approve your devastation