View From Nihil - demo version

For everything around me i experience is cold and dead
 The blood of others is of a colder substance and taste
 Therefore i must spill and serve
 The blood that in me runs vibrant
 In the frost of the dying min
 D.S. of western society i recreate
 It will be the resurrection
 Of the brotherhood of holy death
 In the year of the Holy Roman Empire
 Of night times to come and last
 The day of which i shall
 Lay my sword upon your throats
 Upon the mighty warriors
 Of the land of northern regions
 Upon the shores of our desolate coast within the waves
 I can see the wreckage floating ashore of the dying
 culture
 And so i greet those who still have eyes to observe and
 see
 And who still have courage to break through into the
 dying light