[00:00.00] For everything around me which
[00:17.19]I experience is cold and dead
[00:22.11]The blood of others are of a colder substance and taste
[00:29.61]Therefore
[00:30.72]I must spill and serve,
[00:32.43]The blood that in me runs vibrant
[00:36.51]In the frost of the dying minds,
[00:38.91]Of Western society
[00:40.50]I recreate
[00:44.73]It will be the  resurrection,
[00:49.68]In the year of the
[00:50.67]Holy Roman
[00:51.18]Empire,Of the brotherhood of holy death
[00:52.02]Of night times to come and last
[00:57.18]Lay my sword upon your throats
[00:59.07]The day of which
[00:59.34]I shall,Upon the mighty warriors,
[01:00.66]Of the land of northern regions
[01:49.50]Upon the shores of our desolate  coast  within the waves
[01:54.78]I can see  the wreckage floating ashore  of the dying culture
[02:01.95]And so  I greet  those who still have eyes to observe and see
[02:07.20]And who  still have courage to  break  through into the dying  light