Behold the everlasting twilight
Taints the freezing horizon
As dark as blood in the night
A majestic sight of eerie
The fathomless fear for mortals
The path to our resurrection
Lightened only by the grudge of the Fallen
Behold our wraiths reformed in ether
Becoming one with our Master
Bearing the sulphuric fragrance
Wander without form, unbounded
By flesh and its stench of weakness
Children of the glutton blizzard
Gusts of wind in the desert of frost
Bless the seven virtues of the Foul!
Our grim souls will last forever!
Upon the grey sky of Zamhareer
Our spirits will feast on mortal sins!
Behold His palace of filths and thorns
Built from abhorrence and despair
A godless wonder of misanthropy
A shrine of deceit and perversion
The sanctuary for the black hearted
A divine blessing from the Unholy Ones!
Rise! Rise for eternity!
The tainted souls of lunacy
We shall know neither time nor deities
Our Master demands malevolence
To haunt the never-ending winter
To be the everlasting nightmares
In the frostbitten infinity
As the mist of dark cloaks the land
A chant is spoken by twisted tongues
Sustained by the breath of frozen woods
By the ancient horror it will be heed
For the call of howling blizzard
For the land of eternal twilight
Hear the song of unwanted children
Drowning the scream of their mother
A serenade of mournful perfection
Embraced by the six wings of Azazel
Slothfully the ice dominates
Feeding on the flesh of mortals
Their pain will please our dead heart
Their cry will rejuvenate our bliss!
Frostbitten rivers of icy waste
Where prophets lay scattered in its depth
Frozen as pebbles in the winter
As pale as the colour of moonlight
The glorious Zamhareer...
Where cold and fear reached their peak...
Through its eternity...
Where cold and fear reached their peak...
Our grim souls will last forever....
Upon the grey sky of Zamhareer
Our spirits will feast on mortal sins!