The Fall

I live to spill the blood on the Old ruins Black honor mark The winter leads my breath As my cold steel conforts your soul I'm watching you die in pain While a howl comes to my ears The wolves, keepers of the northern lands Are calling the decline The Fall of an Empire... Made by men and gods... The Fall of an Empire... Made by men and gods... Into infinite obscurity We will make the world kneel Where no astra shine In the eternal fog of... cold Learning the sombre knowledge of the eternal Praising the death beyond... life Smell the dying november's breath It's turning so cold...