Kalt Vindur - Nangar K'hell

With the hype the dust settled down
And scream emanated from the ruins
Images painted with blood
Seem to be unreal

Eyes covered with sand
Can't cry no more
Pieces of human bodies
Dance in the last throes

I was chosen by war
She hugged me like a mother
I was chosen by death
Cloaked with a shroud of sadness

Covered with armor of conscience
I'm standing in the middle of a hell of my deeds
The blood of the innocent is like water
Soaking in a cracked earth

Destruction is a hymn
Which I praise my lady
And souls like flowers
I scatter at her feet