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Ice cold the future

Darker grow the days

Mankind enters winter

Continue the crusades

The battlefield horizon

Run red the blood of slaves

Lambs to the slaughter

In the name of god

Who feeds on the corpses?

Who leads us into war?

Righteousness and guilt

We all wear crowns of thorns

Each soldier has a mother

Each general has a feast

We mourn and gorge with glory

Empty yet obese

Mass destruct

Blood and iron

Tortured screams

The crushing wheel

Again we move in cycles

Like whirlwinds to destroy

Darkness of the ages

Glory is to die