The Gathering - Six dead, three to go

Our footsteps in the snow, the blood that marks my hands Dream of tales that I know as were marching to the promised land From ruins of decayed earth, we came with the rising storm Monuments of remaining hate in our dark and frozen hearts Nine elements of light, six have felt our swords Three get ready for the fight, in battle no place for words The darkness will shine forever, the winter never ends Controlling elements of black, the rotting stench is good Bury the past Await the new day The world we lived Will fade away The overlord has spoken, chaos remains tonight Dusted and blood soaken, crush them in the fight In nominee our ancestors, who died to live in light Rebellion against the old, growing joy of night Bury the past Await the new day The world we lived Will fade away Thousand shadows of sin, risen with the fall The final slaughter can begin, nine dead, zero left From chaos and hell we ride, the warlords of a new age Evokers of the seven storms, creations of tormented seas Bury the past Await the new day The world we lived Will fade away