Stand at the gates, in a cold winter hell No God on their side but brothers in arms They remember their lands On the march of the damned Ready to fight in the hall of the brave Death in their eyes, as their blood turns to ice Marching to hell on the tunes of the damned There will be no retreat But they call it defeat Phantom battalions descend to the grave Blood in the snow, when their dreams fade away Bombshell attack in the wall of despair Bullets will fly Straight to the sky Lifeless their bodies lies frozen to death Cold is the end, when youre far from your land Falling as one on the tunes of the damned Without glory they fell In this cold winter hell Phantom battalions descend to the grave They fell as brothers Where even angels dare to die They stood together Where even angels dare to die All damned forever Where even angels dare to die Remains forever Where even angels dare to die
dare, damned, angel, battalion, even