Beneath the northern lights we ride The dark lord will guide us Torches held high We will kill everything living Theres nowhere to run The smell of death filling the air harvest begun Legions Of death On a quest We are obsessed Legions Of death We are Obsessed with death Blood is raining from the skies Red painted corpses the dead will arise Infected with hatred and strength some in denial The smell of death fills the air slay your ritual Legions Of death On a quest We are obsessed Legions Of death We are Obsessed with death Beneath the northern lights we ride The oceans have frozen, nothing alive We will forever patrol, we wont rest We are the legions of death on our quest Legions Of death On a quest We are obsessed Legions Of death We are Obsessed with death
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