Battle Of Solstice

Oppressor of the human freedom
Crawler of the fear, your time has come
All your believers are professing sadness
Here under your cloak
Bringer of this frozen threshold
Ravens (will) fly over your drained blood

I reek no soul, undead whore
Watch this soil, harvesting sorrow
Breath my curse, empty corpse
As your lunges, get frozen by the storm
War lust burns in my essence, 'till I see you fall

Death will dance with us in battle
Earth will tremble
And the serpents coil into left hollows
Get asunder the pride from core
And bleed only the scorn

Cannibal of your own race
Wither king of many faces
Eater of the human race
I will never give up