For everything around me I experience is cold and dead 

The blood of others is of a colder substance and taste 

Therefore I must spill and serve 

The blood that in me runs vibrant 

In the frost of the dying min 

D.S. of western society I recreate 

It will be the resurrection 

Of the brotherhood of holy death 

In the year of the Holy Roman Empire 

Of night times to come and last 

The day of which I shall 

Lay my sword upon your throats 

Upon the mighty warriors 

Of the land of northern regions 

Upon the shores of our desolate coast within the waves 

I can see the wreckage floating ashore of the dying 

culture 

And so I greet those who still have eyes to observe and 

see 

And who still have courage to break through into the 

dying light 



You have experience the river of blood 

Which I here flowed day by day 

Against our sworn enemies 

I came not to send peace but a sword 

And i...I have made war