Famine comes, all is gone
Bitter winter howls
Frosty reaper at the door

Gather arms, into storms
Sunder thunder’s growl
Bloody plunder at our core

My Face
Last You’ll See
Before
I burn your village down

My Face
Last You’ll See
Before
I burn your village down

Strike the heart, rip apart
Body parts will flail
Sanguine sundown sets the scene

Crimson snow, chill wind blow
Gold-filled boats will sail
Fiendish conquest, hopes and dreams

My Face
Last You’ll See
Before
I burn your village down

My Face
Last You’ll See
Before
I burn your village down

Running without reason
Killing through the seasons
Running without reason
Killing through the seasons

I’m running
And killing
Just running
No end it seems

Years abroad, crawled and clawed
Well-earned return home
Smokey pillar meets the sky

Charging in, war begins
Cold axe in my back
I will hold them back before I die

My Face
Last You’ll see
Before
You burn my village down

My Face
Last You’ll see
Before
You burn my village down