Sorcier Des Glaces - Cohort

A Monument of hate and anger Once lived in the shadows A Cohort ready to conquer this world To defy the rules of Humanity From the ashes of an ideal Without the pain from thousand blades Hiding in the forest of nightmares They became the rise of the Undead Dreams like fire Burns bright in the northern sky An old weapon created To venge the secrets of the Moon Dark places surrounded by evil forces Turn the whole world in shadows Pale faces around the soulless tombs Rotting around the pathway... Servants for the King of Winters And through the sight of a nocturnal vengeance Dark candles burning during the ritual In an infinite descent to Hell A desolate void of emptiness Fills their souls with remorse and pain Supreme army from the North Now reign over the madness created Without trends, without gods Just pure damnation incarnated Light the torches of evilness Build the towers of darkness Open up the gate to the Underworld Unleash the wrath within