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Dark Throne Where Cold Winds Blow

was like a Stone around my neck I Entered the Soul of the Snake and Slept with the Armageddish Whore (but) without my Throne and my Weapons; Where Cold Winds Blow

yards from where lays it wait for something... Satan laughs, wings spread to magnificent fullness, the creature stands at full glory, inhaling deeply the ice cold

tower. It is covered with snow in the storm. As my people now see me. My brothers, my army. They welcome their leader with horns. [Bridge] [Chorus] When the cold wind blows

the North Where I once were a proud warrior Where I belong Where I bath my soul in doom fire fog Where I ride deaths cold winds In the battles in

pushing broken old values into dark pits if my hate would blow rotten words to dust like a cleansing wind through moulding graves Then I could rejoice where

the North Where I once were a proud warrior Where I belong where I bath my soul in doomfirefog Where I ride deaths cold winds in the battles in the North

: [Abbath / Demonaz] Entering the sacred world of might To where the stormy kingdoms home Here naked winds blow cold and free All black and dead on