Pesta-Necrophobic

In wait for winter to come Forgotten ones stand tall Guardians of the past Creators of what to come Perpetual insomnia Sentinels of the past never sleep The wind blows colder now And the frozen old starts to move The wolves gather on the hills And the raven is holding its prey Nemesis Let the slaughter begin Norsemen Drag the witches to the bonfires Antichrist We breed in the underworld Sacrilege Evolve the dark desires Nemesis A burning hatred at heart Norsemen A pagan victory at hand Antichrist The north shall now glow Sacrilege Let the evil of the giants overflow And so our vengeance begin Raging beasts March to war The clouds come closer to the ground And the sun is like a distant dying torch Blood will colour the snow Wherever hrimthursum go Dancing over corpses stiff As the moon slowly moves Bodies cover the landscape Like slaughtered sheep in the snow beneath Nemesis Let the slaughter begin Norsemen Drag the witches to the bonfires Antichrist We breed in the underworld Sacrilege Evolve the dark desires Nemesis A burning hatred at heart Norsemen A pagan victory at hand Antichrist The north shall now glow Sacrilege Let the evil of the giants overflow