Legions of Cold کے بول

Crouching and breathing in the fog Black horses coming down the hill Double-edged swords and battleaxes Red-eyed spectres obssessed by their will Observing the future dead city They wait for the order to attack Kill!!! Devastating the temple of innocence Devastating the temple of ignorance Restoring the ancient order Restoring the ancient valor Not a word - burn the women and children Not a thought - impale the remaining sheep No remorse - hoist the flag of victory Nary a memory - leave the place dying