Mightiest - The enfold shadows of mighty gates | Текст песни

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Walking to the lakes of frost, to the eternal forest of funeral.
It's getting colder and colder, my cursed black soul burnes in the fires of hate.

Enfolded shadows of mighty gates ascend the throne of immortal darkness.

My emperor - I feel you like an extract from my face.
My own funeral hate reflected in the lakes of frost.

With black dust in their eyes the wolves roam to the North and sojourn in the rising darkness.

When the gates open to the valleys of funereal eternity sellusion of ducal hordes sojourn in the rising darkness.

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