Nocturnal Worshipper - Cold Mist Of Funeral Empire lyrics

I hear the first tolls of the Bell Far away striking lenghty and grave It's the omen of the blackness that is coming The gloomy strokes of the sentence Freeze the heart of the enemies That ever feared the prelude's Night The reopening of the Black Age When happened the devastation Brought by us, sons of the Throne of Ice Winter Bestial Horde swarms into rows Arms raised in a diabolic act of war Sweeping over this Land The Cold Mist of Funeral Empire And the Lord of the Ages called us to War Brothers, creeping and carrying all to d**h Following the Leader, the Master of no Light And the Hammer, the lawful weapon Of the legitimate sons! Cold steel forged in fire, blades sharpened by slaves The blood of the enemies will sprinkle on this Land... Warriors of the last Millennium Revival from old ruined crypts Black marks of eternal memory Bringing forth from ancient times: Hate and weapons of Battle Fortify us in our will to conquer Eternally eclipsed by the Dark clouds of Disgrace Opening the Twilight that faints the sun in Hate Intense evil turns into gray the South Hemisphere And the top of the Conquest of the Obscure can see Sweeping over this Land The Cold Mist of Funeral Empire