Memories from a dark, cold age
where life was bound to suffer
blessed with power and blessed with sin
hunting down the ones that infest the wind
arise from [bad word] and join the [bad [bad word] forth and rise
the banner of hate
remnants from a distant past is all that remains
the glory is lost, but the seed still grows
when the sun fades below the trees [bad word] on command
as the moon rises upon the hills
follow us far into the past
in a time when the dark is killed
the light
and the [bad word] all
when man was filled with hate
warriors of the night
death is your fate