The Dread March of Solemn Gods Lyrics

ARISE! From ancient graves sealed with mighty spells,
breakable by the will to crush all life!'

I feel the dark, embrace my flesh.
The north winds cry their siren's wail until the bitter end of light.
The stars align, the paths entwine to lead me further in to endless night.
I feel their call. I hear the wisht hounds howl in celebration.
With frozen chains, the dread King reigns,
the Lord of Winter ‘throned ‘til the very end of days....
Spectres of the ancient world.
Unholy ones gathering to ride out of ice once more...

I see the congregation rise above the snowy peaks,
over crumbling ruins and the strongholds of old.
Through the deepest valleys and over castle walls,
the never-ending cavalcade, a portent to be feared.
Ancient is their wisdom, bound by holy night.
Hunters clad in hoary iron descending from the skies.
The horses march with rotten hooves above the icy ground,
spreading fear and chaos, to conquer all light.

With the blessing of nightfall, our forces gather.
From stygian depths they ascend.
Crypt and tomb has emptied,
the vaults of kings storied and grim.
Ancient warriors lusting for death.

Sleep in fear ye feeble ones,
for cold death is at hand.
The windowpanes shatter and the earth starts to growl,
and the dead rise all around you.
Sacred night, o' holy night,
our swords burn with celestial fire.
Twilight forged armour reflects the black stars,
under winter constellations, ‘til the end.