From the icy undergrowth of snowy forests,
Looking at the lowly kind of man.
Contempt spreads,
My heart freezes.
Hate that drives us to destruction.
Off to the fight against
Doubt, greed, self-glorification and prayer.
From the icy undergrowth of snowy forests.
The blade,
That severed the torso.
That Blood,
Which splashes on my face.
The ground,
Which is covered with dead bodies.
Rotten.
It stinks and tempts at the same time.
From the icy undergrowth of snow-covered forests.
As we came,
So we disappeared.
But we always come back.
From the icy undergrowth of snow-covered forests.

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