From the Throne of Hate

The hills were covered by ice And forest by mystic darkness, Here comes the darkened winter, From the depths of desolation. Over the battlefields, agony... Over the battlefields, desolation. Storms of war crossing the mountains, Under a full moon I w

Black sky was burning with the flames of the souls, Winds of destruction whipping the north. Supreme might of darkness in my wicked soul, Supreme might of darkness in my bloody soul. A sign in the north, the battle becames, I will show the doom and h