Norse - Devour The Serpents Тексты

I am the one who crushed the congregation
Of mortal hatred; spewed forth i was born
Created to end time and wipe out all existence
I offer a blazing moon to a bretherin elite

I'll take nothing inbetween
For i am thy adversary

Bring forth the frozen winds
Devour the serpents flame

We shall not falter
We shall not bow
To you wretched cursed men
Mortal coils which bind your gods
Prove only you've created him

There can be no monarchy!

Men of god come flowing down
Like a serpent to its prey
Ships of war sail through the fog
Under odin they obey
Limb from limb these souls are torn
Hell hath no fury like a viking scorned

Bring forth the frozen winds
Devour the serpents flame
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