Cold Northern Order

We passed by violently scorched ruins,
Crosses tearing away,
Burning in lashes of flame
Turing averything to dust

The wash sounded as me marched
Like the verdict to the doomed,
We left graves inverted,
Sepulchres of the northern woods

(It's still waiting in my ears,
This blood stains my hands,
Icy wind ruffles the flare,
Slaying sparckles of light,
Turning ice and flame
Into cold stone monolith)

All to ashes,to pit,to the fire
This land's been and remains mine
Thrown to the edge of the world,
Severe northern order
Here war never ends
Here dark breaks the backbone of light
Cold northern order
and we pass,crushing and breaking