Lacerate the sun. the sky runs frigid black. success!
Commaded by a lord with shadows in his blood. confess!
From the chasms of the earth. bloodthirsty and spiteful. lets fight!
Apprentice of the beast. he who shuns the light!

Extinguish the daylight. nocturnal minons scavenge. they prowl!
Eclipse their guiding beacon. send forth the arctic blood-wolves. they howl!
With the roaring of the blizzard. the frostbitten flames ignite!
Assassin of the beast. he who shuns the light!

Sub zero winds will lead us, by runes of ash and stone
We advance towards the stronghold, where we reclaim the throne

Calling from the northern realm
With blood upon the snow
Hunting by the scent of death
The only scent he knows

When the bones have been picked and cleaned
The ice preserves the meat
The beast shall hold a banquet
For your catastrophic feat

Hexed by plague, spellbound by murk
He hacks apart your soul
Blinded by the icy black
No heroes to console

By blade and claw the cities fall
Cast down the sadist's might
Ye hath served the beast lord well
He who shuns the light

Drawing nearer to eternal reign, stampede the lepers with minimal strain
Malevolent forces hath bound in armageddon
The tempest hath climaxed to shroud the final halo
Disease, torment, breathe your last breath into us