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Devoted to the pleasures of coldness and darkness To the somber powers of sublime honours and praises It's the hate in the deepest of the whipping night It's the evil in the deepest of the winds Satisfying the hunger for murders Which incites a desire of clemency in the enemies Under the frozen sword, offerings to the stormy Dreadful deity of the ages Harden my soul with your wrath Granting me your offspring Proud of its majestic hate and might Leaning at my feet are the incredulous in pain Barren lands entreating for bloodand for your beating strength Unholy coldness reigning now and forever, source of all my pleasures Eternally at my grace lie the kings of the forbidden It's the hate in the deepest of the whipping night It's the evil in the deepest of the winds From Letras Mania