Texty:
Iskald Revelations Of Reckoning Day

be seen I can smell the future, the oblivion dream Chain of Royal forgotten blood Is sealed under the rose of love Whispers from the deepest core Speak of Revelation

Doden har talt Ondskap har seiret Hatet er stort Ingen blir spart Allting gar galt Dommedag's fyrste trer barbarisk frem Grufullt hans sin, infernalsk hans vrede I iskalde

As young I traveled alone In places the sun is dark A land even the dead fear Immortals with axes and spear Born in the shadow A shade beneath a stone

The gate of Hell now open Eternal suffering to come No mercy to be shown Tartarus awaits! Into the abyss we descend Diabolic afterlife awaits below

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