Throne of Ahaz - Northern Thrones lyrics

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The Air Was So Cold And Pure

I COuld Almost Touch The heart of It's Sin

I Turned My Face Against The Sky

Nocturnal Gales Ruled This Blackest Night

I Held My Sword High...

And Drank The Blood on It's Cold Blade

In A Cyclone of Infernal Desire

The Ancient Northern Warriors Rose Again

The Pagan Wind Blows

Through The Mists of Eternal hate

Black Ravens Fly

Riding The Winds of Forgotten Pride

So This Night Had Come At Last...

Raped Is The Grace Of The Queen of Love

I Laugh As The Whore Cries

Her Tears of Blood Drown The Frozen Ground

A Northern Kingdom Rised

At The Artic Waste of Eternal Night

This New Aeon Was... For The Ones of This

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